First of all, condolences and well-wishes to the rest of you suffering.
This morning at 8:00 I woke up to severe and unrelenting pain in my lower back, left side. From much past experience, I immediately recognized it as a kidney stone. With the pain came a lot of sweat, and I wondered how long I could take it before going to the ER. Turns out I could take it for almost 4 hours. At that point, the pain gradually receded until I felt relatively normal, except for the exhaustion that followed. But I know it’s still there, and will give me many more attacks in the coming days/weeks/months until it either passes or I go the ER.
After the pain subsided, I was so relieved that I just lay in my recliner and enjoyed the sweet relief, temporary as it is.
Then I got to thinking: If I end up in the ER, I’ll probably be putting a strain on the already overworked hospital workers and doctors. So I’ll probably end up just suffering during my future attacks, and praying that the stone somehow passes on its own.
I’ve had 7 or 8 of these damn things since 1986. The easiest one I had was just last year, where the stone passed 24 hours after the pain started. It was a tiny stone. The hardest one I had was in the late 90’s, when it took 6 fucking months of agony before I relented and went to the ER. They took a Cat Scan, confirmed it was a very large one, and sent me home, telling me that it looked like it was ready to pass. And two days later, it passed. Well, half of it did. It was the size of a pencil eraser. The other half passed maybe two weeks later.
Anyway, I’m just venting. I’m comfortable at this moment, and enjoying every bit of it. But it’s hell knowing that there are more of these episodes to come. It’s a hell of a time to be dependent on a hospital. God help us all.