For those of you that know me, you know that I have had kidney stones in the past. I’ve already had them twice, July 4, 2000 and December 31, 2005 to be exact. Now, Thursday, March 25, 2010 joins the list. I don’t know what it is, but they strike me about every five years. I drink more water than I ever have in my life, we eat relatively healthy and still I get them.
Here are the details from last weeks ordeal:
Thursday morning I awoke about 4 a.m. needing to use the restroom and realized my side hurt. I tried to go back to bed after drinking some water and taking a few aspirin. I woke up a bit later realizing what it was that I was probably facing and took a few of my old Hydrocodene I saved from my last bout with this and got back in bed. Jen had woken up and asked if everything was ok? I told her I think I’ve got kidney stones AGAIN. I tried to get back to sleep, but nothing was changing except for the pain getting worse.
We decided around 6:30 a.m. that we should probably get ready to go to the hospital. I laid in bed while Jen got herself ready. Jen drove and we arrived at Sanford’s Central Medical Regional Hospital about 7 a.m. By this point the pain is pretty bad so as I sat down in the empty waiting room I threw up in the small trashcan I brought along. I was asked to go behind the counter to get my vitals and asked a few questions. One of which was “Are you experiencing any vomiting or nausea?”, after noticing my puke pail she was like “Oh, I guess so”. Genius
We were directed a few minutes later to room 15 and I was given a bed to lay on while I awaited an IV and tests. The doctor came through, asked what the problems were, etc and we told him I had kidney stones. The nurse asked me to leave and give her a urine sample (which hasn’t happened before). Already in a daze from the pain, I wandered down the hall around the corner to the left and round again to the right. I got the sample and as I’m washing my hands, I had to throw up again. Thanks nurse, don’t you realize I’m in a bit of pain here. I made my way back to the room and gave Jen the look. (What is up with this place?). A few minutes later someone came in to take me for a CT scan of my abdomen. After it was complete he asked, “Are you feeling better yet?” To which I replied, “NO, I haven’t been given any meds for pain”.
He told my nurse as I returned and a nurse assistant in training named Dominic came in around 9 a.m. to poke at me with needles. He also had a college kid shadowing him which was a real treat. Dominic proceeded to try to draw blood and poke at me and squeeze my arms. I have pretty good veins for stuff like this and he seemed to not know what he was doing. Not only did he take forever, he was trying to talk to me, asking me questions which I didn’t care to answer. “Dude, I’m in pain and don’t want to talk to you about what I do for a living.” I’ve never been so annoyed and angry with someone who worked at a hospital. I really wanted to punch this guy in the face because I felt like he didn’t have a clue.
As you can see from this picture below (taken this morning, four days after my hospital visit), he messed up my arms pretty bad. Not only are they bruised, but my right arm tingles from time to time like I shocked it. Nice, thanks Dom for the good work. (Note: Intense sarcasm in use.)

Back to the kidney stones. After two rounds of pain medication I was feeling better and fell in and out of sleep on the bed for a few hours. Turns out I had two stones, just a few millimeters in diameter, one in my kidney and one working its way out. Thanks doc, I kind of knew that. How much can I pay you for this prognosis? Oh, $12,000. Awesome, that’s what we were hoping to spend at the hospital today. At this point Jen is practically in tears dealing with the fact that my insurance is pretty crappy and we have to pay $3000, she’s pregnant, tired and stressed, and that’s just about all the money we had set aside for some new house projects.
We left the hospital a little after 11 a.m. and got prescriptions for the pain and nausea and made a stop for smoothies before returning home. I slept most of the rest of the day between Jen calling me to make sure I was still alive. (Jen read the warning on the paperwork that comes with the medicine, Hydromorphone, and I guess some people just stop breathing.) All in all, this probably wasn’t as bad as the other rounds of stones I’ve had, but we’re so over paying the hospital for something we already know. No one other than the ER will help you when you are experiencing this. I just needed the pain killers and to drink a bunch of water. Any doctor friends out there that can write me a script next time? I’m willing to pay, but not $3000.