Go back two days and you had me complaining to family of an urgency to urinate with nothing much coming out—an annoyance for sure, but nothing big. Fast forward through the overnight last night and me you had me losing some sleep due to some flank tightness and I’m at the store when I double over in pain. I did finish shopping (somehow), got home and unloaded everything, and finally decided to head to the ER. Nearly had three wrecks getting there, but when I got there, I stumbled into the ER and they brought me back pretty much instantly (after my scribbling a few lines of intake papers and such). 10 minutes later, I was on the drugs. They helped.
Got catscanned and they found a five-centimeter stone working its way out of me. A cousin came to drive me home. Here I am.
My last one was September 17th, 2004 at 0334 in the morning (yes, I will never forget). As before, this I blame on a few too many Diet Dr Peppers. But the doc is saying this has a genetic component to it.
Anyone else had one? Post your story and share for the non-initiated the kind of pain that awaits (think: ice pick to right kidney + numbness and flaming cramps all around the lower back and midsection).