My mother-in-law called me at work one day in agony, come and get me I need to go to the ER, kidney stone. I got her into the car and listened to her agony for the ten minute ride to the ER. She’s a strong woman, I have been with her when a doctor tested her knee for a torn meniscus and she about went out of her skin then and broke my hand as she held it, but the kidney stone pain was excruciating for her.
I got her checked in and they kept diddling around and she was getting worse and I finally went to the nurse station and said she’s got to have something for the pain now. They gave her a shot of pain meds and it brought it to barely tolerable. After twenty minutes I asked them to increase the dosage and they did, she said it was barely taking the edge off at that point. All I could do was sit and holder her until they got her admitted and then they put a stint in her to allow it to pass. Me or her would have torn their heads off if they had started asking about pronouns and her in agony.
Kidney stones run in my family on my Dad’s side, I’ve had several bouts with them and, yeah the pain is terrible. Like having a knife stabbed in your back then twisted.
Luckily my urologist knows our family history and we get the treatment we need. And no problem with our “pronouns”!