As you have noticed, I have been absent from the digi-world for a while. It all started 3 weeks ago on Friday.
As usual, Kay wanted to eat Chinese food so I went to the store and got my standard order. Late at night (10:00 p.m.) I was getting ready to turn in for the night when my stomach started gurgling and my mouth got watery. I quickly got up and ran to the bathroom because I felt nauseated. Sure enough, I started to vomit.
I would feel a bit better after throwing up, but the pain kept getting stronger and stronger. At 1:00 a.m., after 3 hours of enduring the pain and vomiting, I told my DH that I wanted to go to the hospital. At first I thought that I had food poisoning but then I remember that I had had a similar incident 9 years earlier when I had a bout of kidney stones.
We woke up the kids, got them dressed and DH drove to the hospital. I told him to return home with the kids since there was no use in keeping them in the hospital, and that I would call him as soon as I able.
Hunched over I walked to the emergency room with 2 barf bags ready to go. As I was registering I had to make a mad dash to the bathroom to vomit. I then finished registering, before they move you to the triage area. As I was answering the nurse's question, I had 2 more vomiting episodes. The nurse gave me a pill to stop the vomiting, but what do you think happened? Yep, got another vomiting spell and threw the pill back up.
She took me to a room, made me lay down on a stretcher and placed an iv. Then game me medicine to stop the vomiting and gave me morphine to control the severe pain. The morphine gave me a head rush, I felt loopy, over heated and nauseated. Thank god that those feelings soon passed and I felt relief.
Because it was Friday, the emergency room was packed and the hospital did not have beds available. While in a stretcher in the hallway, I had to wait for a room to open up. I finally got in a room at about 1:00 p.m. They placed me in a room with an elderly patient, 96-years of age, hard-of hearing and suffering from dementia. She was very loud and vocal. Poor thing wanted to go home and kept asking god to help her.
But I digress, the ct scan disclosed that I indeed had a kidney stone which was midway in the ureter. Laser surgery was scheduled but the urologist couldn't grab the stone because my ureter was too narrow. Instead, he placed a stent in hopes that the stone would pass on its own; if not, then it would enlarge the ureter so that he could go in again to grab the stone. Want to see the stent? No, well...too bad, I will show you anyway. :) More to follow... 19641