UncleHoney
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Yesterday morning I got up early, had a bowl of Wheat Chex and started surfing on the web. Just about 8 my stomach started feeling a little queasy so I headed to the john. In all of about 10 minutes I went from feeling fine to total misery. The Wheat Chex lasted about 5 minutes and I broke out in a cold sweat, started to shake and generally felt like crap. After about an hour I started feeling better and about two hours later I felt good enough to make a trip to Lowes. Not 100 % but not too bad. I just figured it was some stomach bug.
About 4 in the afternoon it hit again and this time I knew what it was, all the tell tale signs of a kidney stone. It's been 30 years since I had one so the memory was a little foggy in the morning and my stomach felt so bad it kind of covered up the back pain. This time there was no doubt about what it was.
I've had two previous stones and they passed within an hour and it was all over. All evening long this thing would flare up and I'd do the kidney stone dance trying to get away from the proverbial ice pick in the back syndrome.
About midnight it all stopped and didn't bother me all night. I felt good this morning but shortly after I got up it started up again. Now I'm trying to figure out what to do, wait till my doctor gets in at 8 or go to the ER. I waited and DW called the doctor about 8 and they said there wasn't much they could do in the office to go the hospital ER.
What was I thinking, I'll never know but I never figured the DR's office wouldn't be able do much. DUH.
So about 8:30 this morning I staggered into the hospital ER while DW parked the car. About 15 minutes later I was getting a CT scan and then they gave me some pain killer in an IV and all the pain and agony went away. Just minutes after I got there I felt a 1000% better and now I'm trying to figure why I didn't go last night.
My hospital ER experiences have been very limited and all I could envision was moaning and groaning on a gurney in some hallway while everyone took their coffee break. In the past it always seemed like no one knew what was going on, what we were waiting for or what they were going to do. At best it all seemed like controlled chaos.
Things were different this morning for sure. Within minutes I was getting vital signs taken and everything was entered into the computer. When my wife got back from parking the car the guard at the front desk even knew what treatment room I was in and showed here how to find me. Every thing went like clock work and about 4 hours later I was heading home with a nice printed out sheet of instructions and an appointment to see my urologist Friday and no pain. We even stopped and picked up a prescription and did some grocery shopping.
So far I haven't needed the pain pills and I don't know when the stones will go to war again but I'm armed and ready.
The big question I have is just when do you decide to go to the ER and when do you just wait till the doctor gets in. I'm not one that runs to the doctor every week because I have a hang nail or a little runny nose either.
Uncle Honey with two kidney stones, one 4mm and one 2mm.
About 4 in the afternoon it hit again and this time I knew what it was, all the tell tale signs of a kidney stone. It's been 30 years since I had one so the memory was a little foggy in the morning and my stomach felt so bad it kind of covered up the back pain. This time there was no doubt about what it was.
I've had two previous stones and they passed within an hour and it was all over. All evening long this thing would flare up and I'd do the kidney stone dance trying to get away from the proverbial ice pick in the back syndrome.
About midnight it all stopped and didn't bother me all night. I felt good this morning but shortly after I got up it started up again. Now I'm trying to figure out what to do, wait till my doctor gets in at 8 or go to the ER. I waited and DW called the doctor about 8 and they said there wasn't much they could do in the office to go the hospital ER.
What was I thinking, I'll never know but I never figured the DR's office wouldn't be able do much. DUH.
So about 8:30 this morning I staggered into the hospital ER while DW parked the car. About 15 minutes later I was getting a CT scan and then they gave me some pain killer in an IV and all the pain and agony went away. Just minutes after I got there I felt a 1000% better and now I'm trying to figure why I didn't go last night.
My hospital ER experiences have been very limited and all I could envision was moaning and groaning on a gurney in some hallway while everyone took their coffee break. In the past it always seemed like no one knew what was going on, what we were waiting for or what they were going to do. At best it all seemed like controlled chaos.
Things were different this morning for sure. Within minutes I was getting vital signs taken and everything was entered into the computer. When my wife got back from parking the car the guard at the front desk even knew what treatment room I was in and showed here how to find me. Every thing went like clock work and about 4 hours later I was heading home with a nice printed out sheet of instructions and an appointment to see my urologist Friday and no pain. We even stopped and picked up a prescription and did some grocery shopping.
So far I haven't needed the pain pills and I don't know when the stones will go to war again but I'm armed and ready.
The big question I have is just when do you decide to go to the ER and when do you just wait till the doctor gets in. I'm not one that runs to the doctor every week because I have a hang nail or a little runny nose either.
Uncle Honey with two kidney stones, one 4mm and one 2mm.