This past weekend was like any other normal one. Nate and I ran errands as needed. Took Binky to the vet, I made us some delicious food. The usual.
Sunday evening around 9 pm, after I'd already showered and I was relaxing on the couch, I started getting a horrible pain in my lower right stomach. Then, I felt nauseous and was very hot (wasn't running a fever though). I decided I was going to lay down early and try and get some sleep. I had the heating pad on my stomach when the pain started radiating towards my lower back.
Uh oh. I'd felt this pain before. Unfortunately, in two different situations, so it could've been either of those. An ovarian cyst or a kidney stone. Neither sounded like anything that I wanted to experience ever again. I wanted so badly to sleep the pain off. However, I couldn't get comfortable and was therefore unable to sleep. Nate came in the room to check on me, and I was laying in bed in tears. He immediately made me get up so he could take me to the emergency room.
After checking in and going through triage and getting lab work done, we waited almost 2 hours before they took me back to a room. I was so upset. I was incredibly uncomfortable and SO tired but unable to get any sleep.
Once they took me back, I had a doctor come in and tell me it sounded like kidney stones, but they wanted to do a renal CT scan just to double check. He'd have the nurse come in to administer pain medication first though.
We waited about 30 minutes when the nurse rolled me down to radiology for the CT. There, I proceeded to wait another 30 minutes to have the scan. By the time I got back in my room, I was wondering where my pain meds were. I'm no druggie, but I'd been promised something to hopefully make me feel a little more comfortable.
As soon as I'm about to try and locate my nurse, the lady from registration comes in the room to have me sign some forms, get my insurance card, etc. Another 20 minutes or so passed, and I finally just pressed my call button on my bed. Not thinking before I spoke (typical), I said "Yeah, I was supposed to get some pain medication and haven't seen it, so I'd like some when you get a chance."
Nate started laughing and said, "Way to make the nurses think you are a drug seeker." I totally didn't mean for it to come off that way! The nurse came in and I apologized if I came off as rude, and she shrugged it off. I was lucky to get a happy nurse even though it was pushing 2:30 am or so by now.
She told me that all of my lab work came back perfectly. Even my urinalysis was clear which she was surprised about since the doctor was diagnosing kidney stones. She was going to go ahead and get an IV started for the medication and some fluids while we waited on the CT results.
I immediately felt the pain meds and did NOT like the way it made me feel. That's the only thing I hate about IVs. It happens so quickly that I have no time to adjust to the medication effects.
Once the fluids were almost gone, the doctor came in to inform me that I did in fact have kidney stones. He said that BOTH of my kidneys had 'several' stones and that it would be in my best interest to follow up with a urologist. Not what I wanted to hear, but I know he's right. This isn't the first time kidney stones have landed me in the hospital.
We got home around 4 am, and I felt horrible because Nate's alarm would be going off in just a few hours to get up and get ready for work. He was such a good sport about it though, and I'm so lucky I have him to take care of me.
Thanks to all of YOU who have checked on me too. I have the best friends ever.
And, that's how my weekend ended. How about you?