I sadly find myself looking for first-hand details on kidney stones.
What’s better than spending Christmas Eve in the Emergency Department of the local hospital? I ask you.
Pain in lower abdomen and other issues in the past week led me to first a walk-in clinic, where I got about the level of service one expects from a Doc In The Box. ( The Nurse Practioner who saw me was dressed head to toe as an Elf. Including hat and boots. ) She told I was constipated and to buy some Benefiber and have a good holiday.
It was not to be. The following afternoon the pain had become a fascinating deep throbbing in the lower right abdominal area. I was betting the house I had a hot appendix. Off I go to the local ER. It’s called Stormont Vail Hospital and from everything I experienced it’s deserving of it’s sterling reputation.
A CT scan revealed a very small kidney stone. It was resting at the bottom of the ureter just above the bladder. They offered me Hydrocodone, which I really had no desire to ingest. I detest having narcotics in me. They offered me a non-narcotic painkiller and I took one of those and indeed it did the trick.
My heart sank upon diagnosis. My grandmother had them. As did her son ( my Dad ), her daughter, her sister, her daughter’s two sons and my brother. I was the solitary hold-out.
The stone hasn’t passed and aside from one bad couple hours the morning of the 26th I’ve not had pain. I do not disbelieve those women who have delivered babies who have compared the pain in my future to childbirth.
It may well be lurking around in my bladder, setting up a Yurt and making itself right at home. I’ve been religious about using the urine screen funnel item so I doubt it passed and was missed.
Could be a wild ride back to NYC from my current location nestled in the bosom of the Plains come Saturday. Hope it passes and isn’t a source of pain. Gotta lotta hours behind the wheel to do. Even the non-narcotic pill gave me the level of buzz I’ve always associated with going to rock concerts at The Spectrum in the late 1970’s.
No stone = no analysis = no info on which type it is. Therefore I cannot set about making massive dietary adjustments. ( Eliminatingn all triggering foods and beverages from both types of kidney stones that are most common would leave me with a balanced diet of volcanic pumice and filtered tap water to live on… )
I polled a few of the living family members. Bro has one type, Cousin #2 has another type. Therefore, despite the genetic component here, I couldn’t even ponder changes based on a familial poll of stone chemistry.
So I sit. And think about what pain is. And what varying levels of pain mean to different people. And I think about lousy family genetics.
And I wait, and wait, and wait, and wait…
Who has them and lives with them, and HOW?