Dr. Tiny Cat to the ER, Stat!

Posted on | 3 years, 8 months ago, mid-morning | 3 Comments

A couple of years ago, right before I moved out to Seattle, I had a kidney infection that sent me to the emergency room. I was granted antibiotics, painkillers that made me barf, and a sensation like a horse kicking me in the back repeatedly for a few days. So. Fast-forward to yesterday afternoon, when a vaguely familiar sensation — as if a large man were standing on my back — came oozing back into my nervous system.

At first, I didn’t notice it. I was too busy curled up into a ball and writhing in pain because of another epic pain, all throughout my lower abdomen.

For the first couple of hours, I assumed something ladylike and precious like a catastrophic gas attack. So I popped a couple of over-the-counter pills and tried to wait it out; but by 10:30 at night, I was puking all over the triage room at Swedish Medical Center’s ER while doubled over and crying to a blissfully unflappable nurse.

And ladies and gentlemen, should you ever wish to sprint through the triage process and get zapped into a room with all the speed of a Japanese bullet train, do ye also likewise.

Long story short (and perhaps uncharacteristically dry), I am now the proud owner of one less kidney stone than I had yesterday. — which is to say, I still have quite a few of them.

Yeah. Color me shocked and all that jazz. Also, color me somewhat peevish, exhausted, drugged, and ready to firm up that referral for the urologist. We didn’t get home until nearly 2:30 a.m., and I didn’t sleep until after 6:00 — when that incessant, agonizing impulse to tear out my insides and wring out my bladder for myself … finally subsided enough for me to nap sitting upright on the couch.

By pure, dumb coincidence I have an appointment with my GP in a couple of hours over an unrelated matter, so we’ll see where he wants to send me. I still need to get myself dressed, drag myself out of the apartment and get my prescriptions filled, and then see if I can’t keep some soda down; these may seem like lofty goals, but I’m actually feeling a little better now (exhaustion aside), so maybe I can make it happen after all.

As an aside, my husband was a total trooper about the whole thing.
He gets mad props.

Anyway, there you go. That’s the story behind this picture up on Flickr. I’d write more, but I’ve got to pull myself together now and try to start this Monday.

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3 Responses to “Dr. Tiny Cat to the ER, Stat!”

  1. Jess Nevins
    June 2nd, 2008 @ 11:02 am

    Yowch! I hope they go away soon.

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