May contain TMI and some grody descriptions…read with caution or skip altogether…
I woke up Friday January 2nd with pretty bad side pain. At first I had thought I just slept in a funny position (guessing by the audience’s hysterical reaction) but the pain was strange and did not feel muscular in nature. Of course these things always happen on the weekends because my Dr. is only in Mon – Thur. I called the office and an on-call RN sent me to the lab for a blood pregnancy test to make sure it wasn’t a miscarriage or ectopic pregnancy. She thought this could be the case since my period had just ended. The test came back negative and I was told to take some Advil and relax with a heating pad. Der. I could have figured that one out. The pain was off and on pretty bad – so naturally I had already diagnosed myself with some form of cancer.
The pain got better the next day – pretty much gone really. But I suddenly had this horrible feeling that I had to pee CONSTANTLY. So I thought – great, a urinary infection. Unfortunately I have had one or two in my life…but not in over like 10 years. So, I called the RN again – my regular one this time – and she sent me to the lab for a stat urine test. The next day she called and told me that the test was abnormal and the cultures will show more the next day, but that I should start taking an antibiotic (Macrobid) right away. I had no pain, just that persistent urgency to pee. It is SUCH an irritating feeling. I actually entertained the idea of buying some Depends…but my husband said I would probably get lazy and start to like it and I would never stop wearing them. Funny, Charlie.
So the next day arrives and the nurse calls to tell me that the lab never cultured my specimen…they needed another. Ugh. So, I “go” again to the lab. Approximately 24 hours later, she calls and says the culture is negative for any infection. What??!! That just made no sense to me. Why did I feel like such crap? She told me to continue the medicine and we’d wait to see what the 48 hour culture showed. Again, nothing. But when she called that day, I was feeling better. We both took it that the antibiotic was just working. That is…until….dun dun dun dunnnnnnn….
I woke up this past Friday morning with terrible pain in my side. It would kinda come and go. But it was the same type of pain I felt exactly one week prior. I knew something was up. I called the on call nurse and she said to go to the ER. Ugh. I cannot tell you my distain for the ER. Well, not that anyone really loves it there or anything…but I have just been their too many times and the whole scenerio makes me cringe. Not to mention the $75 copay. I so did not want to go. I took a shower hoping it would help, but it didn’t and I could barely stand in there for very long. I called my sister in law, Bess and the trooper she is, she agreed to come right over so I could go to the medical armpit sans child. I hurry to dress myself and Cassidy. I clean up the house best I can. I get Kenzie off to school. And that is when I realized there is a friggin mini blizzard going on out there. I felt so guilty for making Bess and my one year old niece come out in that weather. But it was too late, they arrived. After some moaning about not wanting to go…I finally did. Let the party begin.
So, I got set up in a room. Got into my lovely ass crack gown and I even applied some gloss so that the disgustingness of my square shaped cotton body would become invisible next to my shiny, sticky watermelon lips. Hey – denial can be important in times of stress. The took blood and made me pee in a cup (I swear, I am a champion cup pee-er now…I could probably do it from 3 feet up…challenge anyone??). The PA thought I looked dehydrated (blood test confirmed) so she decided an IV would be necessary. See…it gets even MORE fun. They also shot some raglan into my IV and I am not sure why, but it really helped me feel much better.
I spent the next couple hours watching TV and laying there by myself. Charlie took off work a couple hours early to relieve Bess. I could tell he wasn’t thrilled about having to leave early, but whatever. I was not going to make Bess sit there all day.
So, as I am watching Colbert Report, the nurse comes in and tells me that they didn’t get a good enough urine sample and they would have to – oh yeah baby – catherize me…but only for a second and with a baby size tube. Sure!! That makes it soooo much better. Hell, I do that for fun on the weekends!! Grrrr. I won’t get into detail of course…but lets just say even Steven Colbert couldn’t lighten up those 5 minutes.
About an hour later they tell me there is indeed blood in the urine and that they would like to send me for a CT scan to check for kidney stones. By this time, I couldn’t care less…let’s get this done.
Okay…so to make a long story, well…long….they did find two kidney stones. I have never had them before. Besides maybe increasing my dairy intake, I am not sure why this happened now. But at least I finally knew WHAT it was. The stones were 2mm each, apparently that is pretty small. They sent me home with meds and a pee strainer.
I do want to say, that as yucky an experience the ER always is…the women who took care of me that day were very nice and laid back and in no way condescending. I have had very bad experiences before, but their care was top notch. So…here is a shout out to Abby, Abby and PA Ashley at the Racine Saint Mary’s ER.
I decided not to fill the pain meds (torodol and vicodin) they sent home with me. Vicodin made me really sick the one time I took it and toradol has some scary ass warnings and side effects. Plus the pain wasn’t that bad anymore. I spent the next day basically laying around and just taking it easy. I was still having discomfort and I think the stones were breaking up on their own and passing up until last night. I woke up feeling much better this morning, so at least I am hoping that is what happened.
So, that basically wraps up my fun weekend. I swear, I don’t know what it is when it comes to kidneys in my family…and none of it is related…
- 1995 – My cat, Phish, had to be put to sleep due to kidney failure.
- 1996 – My dad died from diabetes related complications.
- 2004 – My cat (who lives with my folks), Gordon, developed diabetes and kidney failure (he’s still kickin’ tho!!).
- 2007 – My mom discovered one of her kidneys had been dead for 20-some years due to a previous surgery and had to have it removed.
- 2008 – My mom’s cat, Sydney, had to be put to sleep due to kidney failure.
- 2008 – My cat, Brian, had to be put to sleep due to kidney failure.
- 2009 – My first and hopefully ONLY experience with kidney stones.
Is it just me or is this a lot of kidney action for one family?? Enough already.
Anywho…I just hope I continue to feel better so I can start this healthy new year already!!! This is supposed to be MY year damnit. Let’s GO already!!