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One time for me. It was a big one. 8 mm. The radiologist did not read it right and marked it down as 3mm.

I spent a week in pain. Saw my urologist. He measured it as 8. First surgery was not successful because my ureter (kidney to bladder) had collapsed and they had to insert an extender in to me. It felt like getting hit in the lower back with a baseball bat. For another week.

Then the second surgery was successful. But I had a stent from my bladder. So, I had to leak for three days. That was fun.

Almost ten years later and I drink nothing but acidic juices and lot of water. And one cup of coffee.

I would not wish that pain on my worst enemy. You are truly humbled once you vomit from pain and you cannot lay still. I understand how people can become drug addicts because nothing took that pain away like morphine.

It was a bad couple of weeks.

Man, I hear you! I have experienced stones twice now in the past 2 years. I never had them before and just assume they come with age. Knocked me for a loop both times with the vomiting and inability to find a comfortable position. Trying to sleep...forget about it and get to the emergency room as quick as you can. I had them both removed by surgery. The prospect of getting them again scares the crap out of me.

One time for me. It was a big one. 8 mm. The radiologist did not read it right and marked it down as 3mm. I spent a week in pain. Saw my urologist. He measured it as 8. First surgery was not successful because my ureter (kidney to bladder) had collapsed and they had to insert an extender in to me. It felt like getting hit in the lower back with a baseball bat. For another week. Then the second surgery was successful. But I had a stent from my bladder. So, I had to leak for three days. That was fun. Almost ten years later and I drink nothing but acidic juices and lot of water. And one cup of coffee. I would not wish that pain on my worst enemy. You are truly humbled once you vomit from pain and you cannot lay still. I understand how people can become drug addicts because nothing took that pain away like morphine. It was a bad couple of weeks.

That is damn harrowing, Vermont! in the article, I neglected to mention that I threw up (which I rarely do) during the crisis. You scared me into considering dropping the drinking of milk (though this was a uric acid-based stone). I definitely wish you the best moving forward.