The pain is incredible.
My kidney stone happened while in Jamaica. It woke me at 1 in the morning (yes, on a Friday night). Pain that cannot be described. It made me a believer in torture. Anyone could have gotten me to do anything to get rid of the pain.
The woman doctor hit me in the left lower back with her fist and asked if it hurt.
Damn, it hurt more than cracking 2 of my ribs, more than my appendix rupture, more than 2 pinched discs in my neck.
Then she said that it was a kidney stone.
Then they gave me a shot of morphine. oh, heaven.
the drugs wore off on Sat night and the pain returned. God got more promises from me. Then more morphine.
Finally, the stone passed. Evidently, the pass takes about 48 hours on average.
my suggestion is to get real good drugs and drink lots of beer. An old friend of mine had 4 stones in his life. He drinks lots of beer and stands in a shower with the water as hot as he can take it.
Since the episode in Jamaica, it is apparent to me that lots of littler stones pass all the time. They are the twinges in my back. The same thing probably also happens to you.
Funny. When I was in college, some course, I don’t remember what, I had this mousey little guy as a professor. He was telling us about having a kidney stone.
What I remember is that as he described it to us (most were bored beyond recognition) the look on his face seemed very odd to me. He seemed completely detached, as if he were a thousand miles away.
Now I know, it was his eyes. He was remembering what it was like.
Ugh.