So, the morning started off quite nicely. Mrs WOM showering as I fed the kids breakfast. Coffee made and poured, Mrs comes down, we horse around a bit with the kids, and then....a little ping in my side. Like a little gas bubble. That keeps getting bigger. And bigger, until I sort of say "Oh...that's not nice. Best get up to the loo." By the time I reach the top of the stairs, I feel like I've been stabbed in the stomach.
Fast forward a half-hour and I'm on the floor in agony, the likes of which I have never, ever experienced before. I call my wife, who's taking the kids to school, and manage to whisper "I need to go to the hospital".
And as I'm settling into a triage chair in the ER, it just...vanishes. The 'sore' is still there, but the pain's virtually gone. I'm admitted about an hour later, the doctor pokes and prods, and then "BANG" it hits again, only worse. The hook me up with an IV of gravol and demerol for the pain, and whisk me in for a CT scan. Result? A 4 mm kidney stone, which is dawdling through my plumbing, to emerge some time in the next week or so.
So, the pain's been back eight or nine times since I've been home, but somehow is more manageable now that I know what it is. The oxycontin is helping, too. But friends, I'm not looking forward to the grand finale of its tour of my pipes.
Had 'em? Advice?
Fast forward a half-hour and I'm on the floor in agony, the likes of which I have never, ever experienced before. I call my wife, who's taking the kids to school, and manage to whisper "I need to go to the hospital".
And as I'm settling into a triage chair in the ER, it just...vanishes. The 'sore' is still there, but the pain's virtually gone. I'm admitted about an hour later, the doctor pokes and prods, and then "BANG" it hits again, only worse. The hook me up with an IV of gravol and demerol for the pain, and whisk me in for a CT scan. Result? A 4 mm kidney stone, which is dawdling through my plumbing, to emerge some time in the next week or so.
So, the pain's been back eight or nine times since I've been home, but somehow is more manageable now that I know what it is. The oxycontin is helping, too. But friends, I'm not looking forward to the grand finale of its tour of my pipes.
Had 'em? Advice?
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