I'm so incredibly grateful for my family. I honestly feel blessed every single day to be born into the family I was. As I've been away from home and see more things, I realize more and more that not everyone is as lucky as I am. Having such great support is definitely something that I will never take for granted.
Just a warning, this part gets long, and probably kinda gross. Read on if you want!
I flew back into Arizona on Saturday night, and then on Tuesday morning at 4 am I woke up with an awful pain in my right side. I've become pretty good at recognizing kidney stone pain and knew that's what it was. I took some meds that I had from the doctor from my last one and waited for the pain to go away. It didn't. I called my mom at about 5 am because who doesn't want their parents when they feel sick? haha She told me to go to the ER and get it fixed.
I woke up Janae (sorry!) and she was able to take me right in. They asked me the usual questions, and finally got me in. They blew a vein in my arm which gave me a pretty sweet bruise, and Janae was having a hard time with the needles, which didn't bother me at all. haha They finally got an IV in and started the morphine and fluids. I waited for the pain to go away. It didn't. It was so awful, I couldn't get comfortable in any position. I think they thought I was a drug seeker, saying the morphine wasn't working. haha I also couldn't pee when they wanted me to give them a sample.
I had a CT scan and the doctor came and talked to me about it when the results were in, and told me it was a teeny tiny stone and I shouldn't even feel it, and that there was a weird pressure behind it. They kept me on a regular schedule of morphine, even though it was doing absolutely nothing for the pain. Finally after 4 hours a new doctor came to see me and gave me Motrin and Flomax. It was the greatest haha. I could literally feel the pee fill my bladder and relieve the pain. It was so great. The doctor came in after the meds and commented that I actually looked human now. I gave them my sample and waited for the results and then we were free to go. I got sent home with a nice toilet hat to pee into and a strainer. So lovely. Then the doctor and nurse went on to tell me how I probably wouldn't even notice the stone because it was so small and if it didn't pass that day it would definitely pass the next.
I had instructions to see a urologist, and was able to get in two days later. The stone still hadn't passed, but I wasn't in pain like I was before, mostly just at night when I wasn't constantly drinking water. He made me feel way better about my pain, explaining that the CT scan doesn't always get all the stone, it could have cut some off and that most likely it was bigger than they thought. He got me set up with some awesome tests to figure out what it causing these dang stones, and a follow up appointment. Then sent me home to pass this sucker. Well, I waited. And I waited. And I waited. A week went by. Then finally by the next Friday I woke up at about 5 with a very sharp pain. I peed and YAY! I saw my little stone. So happy to get it out of me! It's not a large stone by any means, but definitely bigger than they told me it would be! And it's poky. So, now I get to finish up all the tests and see why I'm the lucky recipient of these gifts. Hopefully I find something out to stop them!
I completely understand the scripture, "That by small and simple things are great things come to pass."
Sorry if you read all that, I just wanted to get it down in writing. :) Weird I know. Life is good right now, enjoying the 75 degree days and sun right now. Excited to see what else happens down here!
