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Best advice I've ever heard!
This is 100% accurate.
I'm going through this right now. Couldn't sleep or get comfortable all last night...maybe a couple hours of sleep. I thought I just tweaked my back from sitting funny or something. Then this morning the pain was in my side and my ballsack felt weird, too. So I went to the doctor an hour ago and he sends me home and says to just drink as much water as possible and go to the ER if the pain gets unbareable. Well, I get home and the pain is getting worse....so I find my son's drugs (not sure what it is) that he got when he got his wisdom teeth out this past summer. Seemed to work a little, but still can't get comfortable and the pain still comes and goes....
I wished I wouldn't have read this tread...after reading these stories I'm freaking terrified...
find a set of stairs and start climbing. Everytime the pain goes away, drink more water. It will bring the pain back, but it will keep pushing the stone. Climb the damn stairs!!
GO GO GO!!! Pain is just weakness (and calcium build up) leaving the body!!!
If you laugh, you think, and you cry, that's a full day. That's a heck of a day.
Tell that to my vagina.
Last one that I had I was able to get by with Motrin, I don't do well with Vicodin, so you might want to give that a try. Taking about 800 mg (400 first, then 400 about 20-30 minutes later) when the pain was getting bad. Was surprised how helpful it was.
I have to schedule 2 smashings tomorrow morning. Doesn't that sound like fun.
Did Tylenol 3 / Motrin combo for a few days...but then even that wouldn't stop the pain. Last night in an attempt to avoid the ER, my neighbor let me take a Toradol that he has (he gets kidney stones once every two years, so he keeps a supply on hand and didn't exactly want to part with his "stash"). UN-FREAKING BELIEVABLE....Toradol is the shit! Within 20 minutes I went from fetal-position pain to hardly feeling it. Scheduled an appt with my doc today and got my own supply...they did an x-ray and it sounds like its almost through (but this shit has been going on since Monday night!) and said something about it being 6-8mm. Not sure if that is considered big or not, but it sure hurts like a bitch...
A tip my Urologist gave me that just came to me: Drink lemon juice mixed with water or lemonade. The acid from the lemon prevents calcium oxalate from forming.
WOW. I was told my first stone was only 1mm and never found out the size of my second, so that sounds big.
Mine was 11mm
Just got back from having Lithotripsy
I can't pass any more stones. I'm sore.
I measure all pain on the Kidney Stones scale....Kidney Stones are my "10" everything else pales in comparison.
This post was edited by 72 Spartan 18 months ago
Final update from me:
Got my stent removed this morning at 7:30 A.M. Glad to finally be done with this round of kidney stones, and here's to a lifetime without them
I'd rather pass them naturally. Ouch.
Bumppp. Have a nasty one right now. I watched the Super Bowl from the hospital and they sent me home to pass it, which has not happened yet. I found one position I can be in where it seems to not hurt as much, and I haven't moved for like 4 hours. This blows.
Also, painkillers :)
Remind yourself. Nobody built like you, you design yourself.
Question for those who have had stones, Do/did you drink more than 1 pop/soda a day, prior to the stones?
I've had one kidney stone, about 15 years ago. I woke up in the wee hours with a searing pain in my back. I remember very clearly thinking somebody had broken into our townhouse and stabbed me. A few minutes after I'd realized that wasn't the case, I stumbled out of bed and went downstairs to get some aspirin. I swallowed four of the little white happy pills, and they spent a total of 30 seconds or so in my stomach before they came back up. The Vietnamese wife was commuting to GR from Lansing at that time and typically got up around 5am. Since I didn't want to wake her up, I spent the next several hours intermittently vomiting and trying to find a less painful position (with not much luck).
When the wife's alarm finally went off, I trudged upstairs and told her I needed to go the hospital. Apparently I wasn't convincing because she thought this was a terrible inconvenience. Don't mind me dying here or anything, just go on about your morning. After a fair amount of swearing and a little shouting, we were off to Sparrow where the ER staff made me fill out paperwork for 20 minutes before they did anything. At this point I was seriously thinking I would be okay with dying, as long as it stopped the pain. In fairness, though, it only took the doctor a few minutes to narrow my symptoms down to appendicitis or a kidney stone. He hooked me up the some demerol and, for the first time in 8 hours I began to think I might actually survive.
Dye tests showed the kidney blockage, x-rays found a very small stone - just a couple of mm, and they admitted me overnight for observation. I didn't pass the stone while in the hospital, but they sent me home with hydrocodone and the rest of the week off of work. I was thinking that wouldn't be too bad - prescription pain killers come in handy. Got home and was doing some things around the house when I started to get some more pain, so I popped a pill. Ten minutes later I found myself really tired, so I laid down on the couch. The last thing I remember was seeing the power cord for the vacuum cleaner turn into a long green snake and thinking, "Man, I hope it doesn't eat me." I was dead to the world for the next five hours. Didn't wake up until the wife got home from work, missing several calls from her checking up on me despite the phone being just a few feet away. Chucked the hydrocodone and got by with tylenol until I passed the stone a few days later.
good luck. That sucks bad.
more water, more beer.
I have never been a big soda guy
to me, dilaudid is from the heavens. Nothing beats it. It is the most peaceful I have ever felt in my life. even with the stones.
HOLY SHIT!!! HOW DID I MISS THIS.
Long story bro:
From October of 2011 through to May of 2012 I am "seeing" aka banging a 27 year old spinner who is from West Palm Beach. Beautiful girl, smart, and did I mention she is 27 (I am 42 and a walking cliche regarding my personal life). I will see about posting pictures.
Anyway I flew down there on a Friday morning in February as was our standard visiting schedule. We grabbed some food, made whoopie, and decided to go for a run on the road adjoining the beach. Right before the run I started having what I perceived as a stitch in my side. Just figured water/salt issue and that I could "run it out."
We are going to put in 5 miles.....2 1/2 miles down the beach sidewalk and 2 1/2 miles back. Down I take my time....on the way back I fly trying to get rid of this side stitch. Doesn't work.
By the time we get back to her place it hurts. Now I just think I have pulled something. We try to bang but the pain eminating from my side prohibits coitus. Ugh......she likely thinks I am too old for her.......my later hospitalization will prove her thoughts valid.
So we both shower and get ready for a night out. She comes out of her walk-in closet wearing this tight ass white dress that JUST covers her snatch. I am trying to ignore the pain as my dick has sprung back to life.......pain increases......dick subsides.
We get in her car and head out for some fancy schmancy dinner in Palm Beach. I am driving. We make it out onto main drag when ALL OF A FRIGGING SUDDEN A WAVE OF PAIN HITS ME IN THE SIDE LIKE NOTHING I HAVE EVER EXPERIENCED BEFORE. I scream (like a girl most likely) and buckling over lose control of the vehicle driving off the side of the road and into a ditch. Thank god it was a relatively shallow ditch. Panic ensues.
She runs around to the drivers side of the car screaming......in her hot ass white dress.......she is screaming something about "hospital" "heart" "appendix".......I don't here her over the wave of pain and corresponding puke which shoots out of my mouth and all over her. She takes it like a trooper.......like she did in so many other areas.
Said 27 year old is covered in puke and helping my old buckled over ass into the passenger seat.........she speeds towards the hospital. I am white as a ghost.
We get to the hospital which is NOT in a savory part of town. It is sketchy. I have her dump me at the Emergency exit and proceed to stumble in while she parks the car. Just as I get through the doors and as the admissions person asks me why I am there another wave of pain hits me..........I collapse on the floor. Laying there with nurses attending to me in comes my 27 year old angel. I still remember looking up at her and seeing her exposed and clean shaven beautiful vagina standing over me. That was as close as i got to it that entire weekend.
I was taken into the ER and admitted. Not wanting her to have to go through the misery of a night in the ER I told the nurse to make sure my little angel went home. She put up a good fight and stayed for about 3 hours.........but in the end the 6-10 migrant laborers eying her up and down while she did her best to not flash them was too much for her and she went home.
I of course got an MRI and they found a kidney stone which was stuck in the urethra. It was flipping huge as kidney stones go. Thanks to my ER doctor for telling me that.
I got catheterized, dilaudid on drip, and was there until about 7 am. At that point they said they couldn't do anything for me but keep me from screaming and crying. So they gave me a prescription for drugs. I took them all..........all the time.
Did I forget to mention that I was so gorked out from the dilaudid that when I found out I could leave I decided I was fully capable of taking out my own catheter......without knowledge that it had a balloon inside me to keep it secure. So I pulled it as much as I could and totally inverted my dick. I then stumbled naked out to the nurse's station for "HELP". I am pretty sure I heard a "Sweet Jesus".
Anyway I got a taxi back to my girl's place and spent all day Saturday and Sunday in bed and on the couch feeling miserable. It sucked.
Came back to Detroit and did a follow-up; yup I needed surgery.
Sorry for the extended version.
Oh and because I don't come from Vietnam:
I do love how this thread died just when I post. I am the thread killer.
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