Wishard Hospital totally rules!
I kid, I kid. If you'd like to read about the worst day of my life, continue on!
So I'm chatting it up online, goofying around, making that silly quiz and I decide that it's probably time to go to sleep. Shortly after crawling into bed I start getting these sharp pains in my lower back/side. Within about an hour I'm crying I'm in so much pain. 5 Aleve later I decide that maybe this isn't some random ...I dunno...pain of some sort. I dual with my brain for about 3 hours in pain contemplating waking up the mamma to go to the E.R. I finally decide that there's no way I could drive, and I'm pretty sure this is something serious.
At 7am we head out to Wishard, and I seriously think I'm dying. I've never felt a pain that could be compared to this, and I probably would've given my first born to have it quickly remedied. Instead of waiting the usual 3 hours just to be seen, they decide that this is a 'code red'...haha, or whatever...and rush me through.
After explaining to the doctors this and that, they do the usual 'go pee in a cup' routine. Let's just say that I came back in the room with a small amount of blood in a cup. This might be the first time I've seen my mamma scared. They decide that they're going to hook me up to an I.V. and push 2 liters of fluid into my veins, along with some low-dose pain killer. Straight to the vein, baby! The doc decides that he's pretty sure I'm pushing some kidney stones through. KIDNEY STONES?! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! Along with this revelation comes a catheter. If you do not know what this entails, look it up...if you...really want to. I'm am not explaining this part.
They wheel me down to the Cat Scan and I get some hot shot X-rays. I must admit, I wasn't in the picture taking mood (and I've learned that I'm terrified of huge X-ray machines)... Doc comes back and confirms that I have one stone still in my kidney, and one large on in my bladder. At this point the first dose of pain killers are long gone...so what do they give me? Morphine. Freakin' morphine. That is some fucked up shit all in it's own world. Needless to say I'm giggling my ass off, pain freakin' free...
They also let me know that I have a syst on my ovari..... The doctor reassured me that there's only a .1% chance (or something rediculous like that) of it being cancerous or dangerous....So I'm not really worried about that at the moment.
So..I have a full script of vicodin, and I'm supposed to be on bed rest for 3-5 days with a doctors note, but I'm not too sure that's going to fly with me ($$$!!!/New Year's eve) or my job. I just wish they'd pass today...I just want this over with.
Apparently the passing of a kidney stone is comparable to that of being in labor. Awesome. I'm never having kids. ;)
So! The lesson for today is: Drink your fucking water. Keep yourself hydrated. Had I been a healthier little girl, this shit wouldn't have happened. I'm sure drinking the night before didn't help:)
Yesterday I woke up at around noon-ish. I have not been to sleep yet, and I'm all doped up on morphine....so you'll have to excuse any grammer/spelling errors. (Yea, I can blame that on the morphine.)
Kidney stones. Cathater. X-ray. IV. Drugs.
What a shitty fucking night.
So I'm chatting it up online, goofying around, making that silly quiz and I decide that it's probably time to go to sleep. Shortly after crawling into bed I start getting these sharp pains in my lower back/side. Within about an hour I'm crying I'm in so much pain. 5 Aleve later I decide that maybe this isn't some random ...I dunno...pain of some sort. I dual with my brain for about 3 hours in pain contemplating waking up the mamma to go to the E.R. I finally decide that there's no way I could drive, and I'm pretty sure this is something serious.
At 7am we head out to Wishard, and I seriously think I'm dying. I've never felt a pain that could be compared to this, and I probably would've given my first born to have it quickly remedied. Instead of waiting the usual 3 hours just to be seen, they decide that this is a 'code red'...haha, or whatever...and rush me through.
After explaining to the doctors this and that, they do the usual 'go pee in a cup' routine. Let's just say that I came back in the room with a small amount of blood in a cup. This might be the first time I've seen my mamma scared. They decide that they're going to hook me up to an I.V. and push 2 liters of fluid into my veins, along with some low-dose pain killer. Straight to the vein, baby! The doc decides that he's pretty sure I'm pushing some kidney stones through. KIDNEY STONES?! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! Along with this revelation comes a catheter. If you do not know what this entails, look it up...if you...really want to. I'm am not explaining this part.
They wheel me down to the Cat Scan and I get some hot shot X-rays. I must admit, I wasn't in the picture taking mood (and I've learned that I'm terrified of huge X-ray machines)... Doc comes back and confirms that I have one stone still in my kidney, and one large on in my bladder. At this point the first dose of pain killers are long gone...so what do they give me? Morphine. Freakin' morphine. That is some fucked up shit all in it's own world. Needless to say I'm giggling my ass off, pain freakin' free...
They also let me know that I have a syst on my ovari..... The doctor reassured me that there's only a .1% chance (or something rediculous like that) of it being cancerous or dangerous....So I'm not really worried about that at the moment.
So..I have a full script of vicodin, and I'm supposed to be on bed rest for 3-5 days with a doctors note, but I'm not too sure that's going to fly with me ($$$!!!/New Year's eve) or my job. I just wish they'd pass today...I just want this over with.
Apparently the passing of a kidney stone is comparable to that of being in labor. Awesome. I'm never having kids. ;)
So! The lesson for today is: Drink your fucking water. Keep yourself hydrated. Had I been a healthier little girl, this shit wouldn't have happened. I'm sure drinking the night before didn't help:)
Yesterday I woke up at around noon-ish. I have not been to sleep yet, and I'm all doped up on morphine....so you'll have to excuse any grammer/spelling errors. (Yea, I can blame that on the morphine.)
Kidney stones. Cathater. X-ray. IV. Drugs.
What a shitty fucking night.