Bummer. I was at home with one of them writhing on the floor trying (unsuccessfully) to find a position that didn't hurt, when a friend called and wanted to chat - I figured it wasn't going to hurt any worse if I talked so we talked about guns for an hour or so. Another time I was at work - about a mile from the ER and drove myself there - I had to stick my head out the car window to puke at one point, but I got to the ER, parked and eventually got to see the doctor who said "You have a kidney stone." No sh!t Sherlock! Anyway it passed while I was there and I drove home. The other times were less amusing.
I had just moved 600 miles for a new job. Family was still home. I’d only been here a week or two and didn’t know anyone at all.
Did the writhing in pain bit for a day, finally went to hospital. Didn’t have insurance yet so I tried to hold off.
They gave me some sort of IV that felt REALLY good. Did some tests and confirmed then sent me home to my fate.
They asked who was driving me home and I told them I was driving. They asked if I had any idea what sort of drugs they gave me. I said “Outside of being really good, I’ve got no idea.”
They pointed me toward a chair and told me to sit there for four hours. Sure, I’ll get right on that
The next day, I was still passing stones. My uncle flew in to drive me back home for Christmas.
I called my aunt as they were getting ready to head to the airport and asked if my uncle knew how to drive a stick shift. I had to teach him while passing stones. Yea, that was fun too.