Caution: Venting ahead
At that point I started to cry and pretty much didn't stop all day. The nurses kept asking me, "What's wrong?" I felt like saying, "Hello! Would you like to change places here?" But what I told them was that I was scared about the whole thing and knew I'd wake up feeling like crap. Which of course is what happened. My throat was sore and raspy because they said I had a tube down in it and I kept having VERY painful spasms in my ureter. Talk about a world of hurt.
Then to add insult to injury, Lloyd came in and told me they had to put the stent back in (!!). They showed me a little jar full of the stones they got out. Before, I got little pieces like coarse sand, but these were like gravel. So the reason I still have the stent is that there are still more pieces up in my kidney---aaarrrggghhh!
To feel a little sorry for myself here, it seems like in the past few years I've had several physical ailments. First there was the cough that lasted forever. Then there was the hyperthyroidism that had me weak and shaking and miserable. Now these kidney stones that are SO painful. I have to admit though that right this minute I'm not spasming so I don't feel too bad as long as I don't move around much. I just wish I could learn the darn lesson I'm supposed to learn from all this already and get on with my life.