It's not a kidney stone.
I just returned from EJGH, where I spent approximately five hours, mostly waiting. I had a CAT scan and some doctorial prodding, along with 30CC of tramadol, which didn't help even a little. It turns out that it's a lumbar strain, probably received when I was changing the tyre on my car 24 days ago, which only just got bad enough to worry over on Wednesday. I got scripts for Percocet, Clinoral, and Norflex. I'm still in extreme pain but all I can do is wait for it to go away and combat it with painkillers. For my troubles, I got a large-ish bloodstain on my jeans, due to clumsy nurse fingers doing my IV line.
Despite the anticlimactic end to all this, I'm awfully fucking lucky to be stone-free; they wouldn't have operated on me since I didn't have a ride home. Nobody I know in this city drives except for me (blah).
I just returned from EJGH, where I spent approximately five hours, mostly waiting. I had a CAT scan and some doctorial prodding, along with 30CC of tramadol, which didn't help even a little. It turns out that it's a lumbar strain, probably received when I was changing the tyre on my car 24 days ago, which only just got bad enough to worry over on Wednesday. I got scripts for Percocet, Clinoral, and Norflex. I'm still in extreme pain but all I can do is wait for it to go away and combat it with painkillers. For my troubles, I got a large-ish bloodstain on my jeans, due to clumsy nurse fingers doing my IV line.
Despite the anticlimactic end to all this, I'm awfully fucking lucky to be stone-free; they wouldn't have operated on me since I didn't have a ride home. Nobody I know in this city drives except for me (blah).
(Sorry, I should probably be more like: 'oh you'll feel grand in NO time!')
Transportation TIP: make friends with Taxi drivers. Of course, the only one I know is moving across the country this week, so I need to follow my own advice...