I said that to my Mum: "Why the hell did you go back and have me after Debby?!!!" .. she just grinned.The difference is that a kidney stone patient hasn't taken on the pain voluntarily, whereas an expectant mother usually has.
We do keep going back for more.
I've had two women (separately, they didn't know each other) tell me they're more painful than childbirth and one bloke tell me his were more painful than when he fell off his ladder and shattered his pelvis. They're not fun Charlie, I couldn't even stand back up until paramedics gave me gas and air. I had to crawl around my house to find the bit of paper to make the emergency phone call after they'd done lithotripsy on me. You have to sign a disclaimer to give consent because that machine's radioactive I was told by the operator. I certainly now look up to women who actually chose to keep going through that kind of pain to have kids. Nutters. But full respect to them.
No such thing.
Even if you might shoot a kidney stone with the added 'bonus' of a urinary tract infection into the woman you love?. I thought I knew you Floyd?.
I had that kit!
I didn't but the kid up the road did.
It was sepsis resulting from a kidney stone that had become infected.
Yes.
I know the feeling.
One via surgery, one via lithotripsy, one via pissing it out and I've possibly got another at the moment. When the surgery finally gets round to getting me an appointment for a scan.
Ouch!
I usually get the kidney stone pukes. What marks them out as that for me instead of regular pukes is that is that instead of when you normally puke, a kidney stone puke sort of happens more in the tempo of a sneeze .. you get the feeling you might puke so you get stood over the toilet bowl and then when it does happen, it's a bit like that bit in The Exorcist when Regan blasts it out with force over the priests. It's more like a 'shotgun' puke. Your body doesn't know what's going on, assumes you've eaten something bad and blasts it out .. or it thinks it does but it doesn't at all because the problem's happening in your kidney/s instead of your gut.Came across this from t'Guardian; a woman suffering terrible and chronic kidney stone pain was dismissed as a hypochondriac, possibly because the condition arose when she was unusually young.
The report features a CT scan image of some poor patient's kidney stone to illustrate how Donna's diagnosis was made.
‘I was sick with pain – but doctors thought I was a hypochondriac’: the spreading agony of kidney stones
Had a spot of this myself, as in being intermittently doubled up in pain but dismissed as making it up or imagining things or summat when the doctors didn't know what it was. Eventually diagnosed it myself via the internet and had it sorted.
While my suffering was of course nowhere near as bad as that of a kidney stone patient, being disbelieved certainly smarted.
Where's Mytho when we need him? .. he posted a kidney 'stones' pic a while back that looked like Marlon Brando was about to launch baby Superman from it .. they're like silicon shards! ..
Yup, I know only too well what ketosis is like.
.. I was high from the gas and air so I was chatting to the paramedic sitting with me as if she was my best mate after that.
I've started with yet another bout of whateveritis. Quite mild at the moment, but I know it'll get worse before it gets better.*Dur du Dur du Dur du* "just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water .." they've come back. One on the right side and two on the left.
On the plus side, I've got used to getting them and dealing with them thanks to other people's advice, I'm way more prepared (I hope). They do need getting rid of and apart from a couple of 'computer says no' types of staff who I managed to not swear at, the rest have been brilliant and the stones are getting nuked on the 13th in the afternoon which is an impressively fast reaction time. I've been ordered to stop an anti coagulant I'm prescribed for seven days before the procedure called lithotripsy. The down side of that is that I've had that before and it's pretty hardcore (although it did work which is the upside). I ended up collapsing when I got back home, I was conscious. I just couldn't stand up or stop throwing up into a bucket .. so the Mrs called the paramedics.
When they arrived, they complemented the Mrs on her painting of a cat which pissed me off at the time but I know they're trained to do stuff like that just to chill out a situation. Then I was given gas and air in my living room which stopped the crazy pain and also gave me the giggles
What colour is your wee. I bet it's orange. It is isn't it?. I'm right aren't I?. It is isn't it.
I hadn't noticed Swifters.
Sounds like a classic case of whiplash of the verruca to me sorry to break it to you. There's no known cure Floyd.
