So I had a fun Mother’s Day.
I slept terribly the night before; maybe a coincidence, or maybe my body could tell something terrible was on the horizon and it couldn’t let me rest easy. But I was up half the night just staring at the ceiling.
I did manage to get to sleep at some point, and when I woke up, it felt like I had slept funny – too curled or too stretched or something – because my back was hurting. As I walked around a bit that pain quickly grew until I was starting to worry something was actually wrong. What did burst appendixes feel like? Some quick googling told me that pain would probably be in a different place – but you know what did feel a lot like lower back pain? Kidney stones.
Pretty soon the source was immaterial; I didn’t have the spare brainspace to worry about that. I was in an incredible amount of pain. We called my brother-in-law, who’s a nurse, and he said yeah, everything I was describing was consistent with kidney stones and I should probably go to the ER. It took like an hour for me to be able to get dressed so we could go, but when we did the ER was a mercifully fast experience – I was being brought back practically before Cassie had finished checking me in, and they gave me the powerful painkillers after like 10 minutes. (I think the volume of my intermittent shouts of pain did a lot to help me.)
I passed it pretty quickly; about 40 hours. Such a tiny thing to have caused so much trouble!
Cassie asked me if it was worse than when I got norovirus and she thought I was going to die; I told her I’d probably choose norovirus two or three times over going through this once. 0 out of 5 stars, Do Not Recommend.