Who says I don’t have stones?

Yesterday was an interesting day. I woke up around 7 with a pain in my kidney. Fifteen minutes later the pain got more intense, by 7:30 it was unbelievable. It felt just like the kidney stone pain I had in August of 2002, so I called my mom, who told me to get to the hospital, and I called Char on her cell to tell her I was going, and that I’d call when I knew where I was. I was in so much pain that it was a struggle to pick up the phone, and climbing the stairs to our bedroom almost made me pass out. I kept on having to run to the bathroom because I was feeling nauseous.My next door neighbour Mike was home, so I asked him to drive me (there was no way I was going to negotiate my little stick shifted Accent), and by about 7:40 I was in emergency at Toronto East General.

The triage nurse was concerned about my pulse which was only 45, on a normal day it’s around 50-55, so this was a little low, but nothing to be too concerned about. I guess the concept of someone who looks to be in the shape I’m in being physically fit is strange to these folks. I mean I got a little lovin’ around the middle, but that’s just my rocket fuel!

About an hour later a doctor came by and said that it was probably a kidney stone, and that they’d give me some demerol for the pain. It worked…but zonked me out for the next four hours.

I got out of the hospital around 2 having had a cat scan, blood work, and urine analysis, which all confirmed the classic signs of a kidney stone.

They gave me percocets, but I haven’t taken one since last night because they make me fuzzy brained. The little bugger still hasn’t passed, but the pain seems to have subsided quite a bit.

By Brian Garside

Brian is a digital experience expert, and part time internet superhero. He focuses on digital first design, digital strategies, content management, website usability, and user experience. He was part of the team behind BalanceDo, the co-founder of All New Comics, and the chief strategist at NorthIQ.