I just spent the past 5 hours in the emergency room for the second time in less than a year. While life improvements are taking place, this was an emotional set back for me. Kidney Stones… on set by a change in diet and dehydration. Wonderful.
The pain was excruciating, like giving birth so I’m told, only my body’s reaction to the pain was simply to double over and get red of everything I’d eaten that night. I puked 3 times out of sheer pain. I’d never experienced that before. I suspected it was a kidney stone thanks to the placement, and the internet being so friendly. I had problems going to the bathroom, and my “flank” was hurting in a way I can’t put into words. A constant stabbing motion but it’s more than that. It kept me constantly moving, constantly shifting. I passed out from the pain at one point, hoping it’d go away.
In fact it set in right after I had worked out for the night so I thought it was a pulled side muscle in combination with some kind of back twinge because of the placement… I iced it as a result but that only made things worse. After a few hours of simply trying to manage it I called my father. I love my dad and I love that he’s trying to explore his own life boundaries, figure out how to set up barriers to make himself happy and not get walked all over. I understand that, but tonight was not the night to try and put those barriers into practice.
When I told him about the pain, how there was no way I was sleeping and that it was so powerful that I had puked, he told me to sleep it off and that I’d be fine. This would not have been the case. I needed some kind of serious pain management and quickly… After a back and forth, having to call my mother in Hawaii to get her to call him and get him out of bed, I finally was on my way to the hospital… where it felt like the rest of the world was dealing with more serious issues.
My pain wasn’t manageable with what I had at home. I really did need to go to the ER to get it taken care of, but everyone else’s problems there were results of much bigger issues which made me feel small, and insignificant. I have tiny calcium deposits in my kidneys that are traveling down my bladder and to my urinary tract. This sucks… it’s painful and it’s going to suck for a few days. BUT the woman in the room next to me was having seizures and her entire family was there crying over the horrifying nature of them. While I was waiting for my medication and on a gurney I heard a call come in about a 14 year old girl who had been beaten and that alcohol was involved. Her skull was fractured and it was looking bad.
There I was having problems with my “pee pee” and a young teenager was having her life snatched from her at 2am on a Saturday night. I felt horrible. I prayed.
I haven’t been praying for things outside my own little circle of events for a long time. I haven’t prayed for things like World Peace or the American debt ceiling. I’ve been praying that my company works, that my father and I continue to grow not just as father and son but as friends and that my brother and I start to finally understand each other. Things like this are what my prayers are filled with… but tonight I prayed for strangers to get better, for their families to have strength and that if they go, that it be peaceful.
It was a rough night… Eventually I got doped up on the most beautiful wonder drug, got put into a cat scan (I felt like I was being given super powers or metalic claws like Wolverine). And then it turns out I had a blockage (a rather big one) and a few more kidney stones that will tumble along withe time. I am not looking forward to a 4mm rock coming out of my dick. Ugh. I’m also scared to jerk off now.
OH and that blockage I was talking about? Well they gave me a jug to piss in so I can strain it and find the stone and give it to my doctor. As soon as I got home I had to piss for the first time in 9 hours.. I filled up the entire 32oz jug and almost ran out of space… no stone… bummer too since this wonder drug is keeping me from really feeling pain. I’m starting to get a dull pain back in my kidney… luckily I have vicodin to take care of it… popping 2 and passing out.
I don’t know how good I’ll be on The72Pins this week. It’s all about pain management right now. I’ll be doped up just trying not to scream from rock inside dick pain.
