Since you asked...…
Keep in mind that I had NEVER been to or in the hospital. No broken bones, no joint replacements, brain transplants, nothing. You could call me, ummm. virile!
I was home one afternoon last August doing the fan dance. This involved an intricate dance of taking down a fan in the family, installing a new fan there, taking down the fan in the computer room, installing the fan from the family room in the computer room and taking down the fan in the LOGANESS's craft room and installing the fan from computer room. And trashing the fan from the craft room that started this whole mess.
It started out as a nice day so I opened up the windows. As the day wore it on, warmed up, but as you guys know, I was "almost" done and didn't think I needed to stop to close the windows and turn on the AC. I was up and down ladders all day and working up near the ceiling; it was hot. To say the least. Around 2:30 I started sweating. A lot. My back started to ache, I thought from up and down the ladders and working overhead. Anyone have to work overhead while building their theaters? I thought so.
Around 3:00 o'clock I call my son (who was home at the time) to help me attach blades to the second fan install. About 5 minutes after that, I have to sit down because my back is KILLING me. NOW I'm in pain and sweating like crazy and getting nervous, because well, heart conditions run in the family. I say, I'm going to go lie down. I get to the bed, I CAN'T lie down, it hurts too, much. By now I'm moaning in agony. My son comes in and says "do you want me to take you to the hospital." I say "no, take me to the urgent care across the street," which is where my primary care doctor works out of.
So I hobble to the car and I'm moaning and REALLY starting to sweat and the pain is going through the roof. I can tell I'm scaring my son as I'm almost crying. We get there about 3:20 and as we walk in, I can see about 3 people waiting to check in a pretty full waiting room. I let out an F-bomb, apparently louder then I thought because all of a sudden three people came out and took me right in. By now, yeah, I'm crying, yelling, moaning and cussing up a storm it hurts so bad. My blood pressure is through the roof and my arms are going numb. They start an IV and they're asking me questions which I'm doing my best not cuss while answering, but it ain't happening. What my pain level? "F-ing 15 or 20! Jesus it to hurts!"
Doctor comes in and first thing I hear is "call the ambulance." Then, "I'm going to give you something to calm you down." Which kind of works. The ambulance shows up and they get me on the stretcher inside and we're on our way. I have a nice conversation with the crew on the way. "Hey, no lights and sirens?" No, it's safer in rush hour traffic without them. "This is my first time an ambulance. Do I get a pin or something? You know, when I was kid the first time I flew in an air plane I got a pair of wings." No we don't do that. "Then turn on the siren at least" No.
We get to the hospital and things don't seem as dire. THEN they hit me up with the good stuff! After a bout 10 minutes, nurse comes in and asks my pain level now. I say "Zero. It WAS 15 or 30, now it's ZERO." She says that will wear off in about hour, let us know if you need more. I say, "Oh, I WILL. I'm not going through THAT again." So, they rum an MRI and now we're waiting for results.
Now the reason I was home midweek in August is that I was "between jobs." But that's another story. So now it's about 7:00PM and we're STILL waiting for the results and my cell phone rings. I answer it. It's a recruiter. So I do about a 15 minute phone screen. My wife and son can't believe it. I say, "what? it was recruiter." LOGANESS says, "and your in the hospital and high!" Not 10 minutes later ANOTHER recruiter calls and I give HIM a 15 minute phone screen. LOGANEES and Son are rolling on the floor laughing.
FINALLY we get the results. Doctor comes in and explains it like this; stones 1-2mm you can pass, stones 3-4mm you can pass butyou're gonna need some help, 5mm you aren't passing. She says, "you, my friend have an 11." That's right one-one, ELEVEN. Now I'm not so embarrassed for crying like a baby.
She says since you seem to be in no pain, you can go home and well send some percocet, but if it moves, you'll be right back here. I say, "you can bet on that, faster than you know!" One of the treatment options they don't do at that hospital and she says they can move me to the one that does or I can stay and get it lasered tomorrow. I say I'm not ging to another hospital and have to be readmitted and all that crap, so i'm staying.
Next day, up to surgery and by 1:00pm I'm out and I'm home by about 3:30 which is just about 24 hours for the whole ordeal.
I've had three women who have had both given birth and had kidney stones tell me the kidney stones are worse. And I believe them.
But wait....there's more!
Now the stent they have to insert, is another story. Well not the insert part, because, well, I was out of it. It's the removal.