My first kidney stone attack, and I knew what was happening immediately. The pain quickly became unbearable. I called my daughter and asked her for a ride to the Kingston ER. By the time we arrived, I was gasping. I walked up to the reception desk and damned near collapsed. While I tried to convey my basic information, I was heaving.
"We'll take care of the pain first," the young woman doctor said. The RN put me on a morphine drip.
Massive doses of morphine eventually took the edge off the pain. I was completely incoherent, watching my vital signs on the board above my bed. My heart beat had dropped off the 45! My RN, pretty young black woman didn't seem very concerned, or at least as concerned a I wanted her to be.
"You're having a vagus nerve event," she explained. When you're in excruciating pain, the vagus nerve tried to shut your body down. Here's a little pic of the vagus nerve and the organs it services.
I spent all Saturday morning in the ER getting hydrated and saturated with pain killer. As I said, my black woman RN was quite attractive and I almost motivated myself to flirt with her. Every time I tried, the pain returned. We men are such animals!
For the past 4 days, I've slept 20 hours per day, tried to fill up on water, and I've eaten very little. My appetite is non-existent.
At my age (66), one always worries that the onset of a new disorder is the big one that will finally take me out. I missed Mass on Sunday, but I called and asked Father George to pray for me.
I hope the kidney stones don't become regular occurrences. My dad suffered from them. I don't think you can ever acclimate to the pain. Doctor says drink a lot of water and take my calcium and magnesium supplements.