The Middle of the Night – “Back Pain” – 4:00 AM
Last week, I woke up in the middle of the night for some strange reason. I sat up in bed and felt a stabbing pain in the lower part of the right side of my back. I got up to use to bathroom, and I figured that I had slept on my back in a weird way and that my muscles were in a knot.
12-Hours Later – “You have a kidney stone.” – 4:00 PM
later, I found myself in the office of my OB/GYN – crying, and squirming, and I was delirious because of the pain. I begged the receptionist to let me see a nurse or a PA or someone – anyone; I’m pretty sure the receptionist thought I was a crazy homeless person because, according to my sister, I had mascara running down my face and I was pacing around like a crazy person (I was in pain!)…and according to my sister, all of this topped with the over-sized fleece hoodie jacket that I was wearing made me appear to be a total homeless crackhead to the unsuspecting receptionist at my doctor’s office. To my OB/GYN’s reception: I am sorry if I scared you. But I was oblivious to how ridiculous I looked and sounded. The pain was felt like a mixture between a typical back pain but this pain somehow felt like it extended into my surrounding organs; the pain also felt like a urinary tract infection, which was why I chose to run to my OB/GYN’s office.
36-Hours Later – It Gets Worse – “You actually need surgery.” – 4:00 PM
- Kidney stones (and kidney stone infections) hurt like a &^%$
- Pain medication makes me a useless blob
Moral of the Story:
- Drink plenty of water.
- Pray to God that you never have a kidney stone.
A Major Question I Have:
- What the hell do single moms do when they have a health crisis and need to go to the Emergency Room? Who watches their kids? Who helps them?