Rocky was kicked out of his home inside my body yesterday afternoon. Turns out, he had made himself quite comfy and had imbedded himself in the wall of the ureter. He had no plans to go anywhere, so surgery was the only option. Hearing this afterwards actually made me feel a little better, because I was dreading waking up and hearing that they didn't find anything! I'm glad this was all necessary and successful.
The stone was sent off for analysis so that they can try to figure out what is causing them. I'll pretty much do anything to avoid repeating this experience!!
A stent was placed to help the ureter heal. I was told I may have some mild discomfort, but it wasn't too bad. When i asked if he had ever had one, he smiled sheepishly and said no. Mm-hmm.
They gave me a dose of Dilaudid after I woke up, on top of all of the anesthesia meds, so I was feeling delightfully loopy. Then they proceeded to go over a ton of important information regarding the stent and pain control. My usually on-top-of-all-medical-stuff self just didn't care at that point, so it was a good thing it was in writing and that they talked to Matt as well.
So it's now 4:30 am and I'm blogging from my bath tub...that should give some kind of indication of how things are going. All I can say is holy stent. The kidney spasms are about as bad as the worst pain I felt from the stone, and narcotics aren't touching it. Sleep is pretty much not happening.
But the good news is that the end is near. After 5 days, I can pull the stent (which is about 18 inches long!!!!) and hopefully put this whole crazy ideal behind me. I am counting down the days...and nights!
Now I'll be getting back to my mindless Amazon Prime show as I soak in my tub. Good night...sort of.
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