Gaaaahhh.
That’s awful.
I had a professor in college, a little mousy guy, thin, balding with wire-rimmed glasses. I don’t recall how he got on the subject, but he was describing passing a kidney stone.
What struck me was that as he talked, his eyes took on an odd, distant look, and it was easy to see he was completely somewhere else as he talked about it.
I remember noticing the odd look that I had never really seen before, and thinking “Holy crap. That must have hurt like hell...I hope I never get one of those...”
And here I am!
And it was when I understood what a drug addict must feel when they need their fix. Because it was my first time on morphine...and that was like having GOD touch my back and heal it. At least for a while.