So I had been feeling “not good” for a couple of weeks. Didn’t want to make a big deal out of it mostly because it might start to appear to others that I’m turning into a drama queen hypochondriac. Just having gotten over the broken foot and two UTIs (TMI) over the past couple of months and never-ending dental work, I’d just about OD’d on anything ever remotely associated with hospitals, doctors, dentists, drugs, ANYTHING health-related. I’m not going to go into my symptoms b/c so many of them are “female” things and who in the hell wants to hear about that crap? Not even me.
So Friday aftenoon when I felt an excrutiating band of pain around my midsection, I started thinking that maybe I was going to die I should take how I was feeling a bit more seriously. Up until that point I was able to attribute all my uncomfortableness to the sorts of things “women my age” experience with the big M. (Menopause)
About an hour later the pain was gone but I was still on alert, lest it return.
Saturday afternoon PD and I spent hours and hours searching umpteen stores for the perfect window coverings for the windows in our new closed-in front porch. I wasn’t feeling great and couldn’t wait to get home and relax.
By 7pm I could hear the Emergency Room calling my name and explained to PD that a trip was in order.
By the time the triage nurse called me to get my information I couldn’t even sit down. I found myself pacing in little circles trying to find a comfort zone. There was none. I was fighting tears by that point and getting scared, wondering what was wrong with me.
A CT scan and a urinalysis resulted in the report that I was in the process of passing a 5mm kidney stone, which then resulted in an IV full of anti-nausea drugs, Toradol and Dilaudid. I actually turned down the Dilaudid at first and PD talked me into having it before we left.
A little after 10pm I was released and PD went to retrieve the car. It was then that I found myself sitting on the curb outside the ER enjoying the hell out of the fireworks across the way. You ain’t never seen fireworks until you watch them in a Dilaudid-induced stupor. I wish you could have seen PD insisting that I “Stay put!” as he walked toward the parking garage. I wonder where he thought I was going to wander off to. The sidewalk wouldn’t even stay in one place.
Thrilled to be pain-free, I thoroughly enjoyed about half of the ride home. It was a beautiful night, the car windows open, good music, pretty lights. I could probly tell you the exact second the anti-nausea wore off and how grateful I was for the pretty cornflower blue barf bag they’d given me. I only had to use it twice.
So today I felt pretty good for most of the day. The past couple of hours, not so good. Time will tell. PD is BBQ-ing pork that’s been marinating in JD BBQ sauce and baking potatoes for what promises to be a yummy dinner. I’m crossing my fingers and hoping I’ll be able to enjoy it.
UPDATE: I guess I should have clarified… I have not yet passed the stone, it’s still in there moving around and wreaking havoc.