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Originally Posted by T@T
Bolded for understatement, I had 7 attacks before my surgery, they got a little easier with each attack as I knew when one was going to happen and went swiftly to an ER for some yummy narcotics.
Whats really crazy is how quick the surgery is, I went in the hospital at 10:45 and was home on my couch at 1:30 with 7 total stitches in two small cuts. I had a total if 11 stones with one being the size of robins egg  (doctor gave it to me to save in a pill bottle)
Nowadays I really never get heartburn or indigestion |
I remember my first attack with Gall stones, I was sleeping and about 4:30am I woke up with some discomfort. It's almost like a "gotta poop" stomach pain. Well I got up went to the john and nothing doing. So I tried the other fixes, bread, milk, pepto, nothing.. In about 10 mins it went from something I can handle to HOLY SH*T my stomach feels like it's being ripped out of my body.
That was some of the most intense pain I've ever had until this kidney stone. I didn't cry when I blew out my knee, I didn't cry when I tore my rotator cuff but both the kidney and gall stone turned me into an instant infant.
I finally found out why I have the bruise on the side of my head and on my arms. I drove myself to the er (don't remember it) and when I went through the metal detector the triage is right behind it, well I guess I passed out from pain and tried to break the desk with my face.
Another kinda funny thing is the cops were looking for me because I was doing over "100MPH" on the way to the hospital, I find that hard to believe because me Versa isn't that powerful and takes forever to get to 100. Pretty eventful evening to say the least. I had a real hot nurse and my dr's name was Pepper. I had some male nurse with cowboy boots try to give me a cathater but I was able to give enough pee so he didn't have to. I apparently would stop breathing every min for about 40 seconds because the pain wasn't as bad when I wasn't breathing, but I wasn't awake, well at least I don't remember it.
The good news is, it's either passed or in my bladder and I just feel like I was beat up with a baseball bat. That's nothing vicodin doesn't fix.