Well the drama finally ended this morning when after almost a week of "labour" I passed into the world an ugly, sharp, nasty little kidney stone. I spent from 7:00am Friday morning until 9:00pm Friday night at the ER hooked up to the IV on enough pharmacy grade anti-inflamatory and morphine to knock out a horse - and still was in complete agony! I kept puking because of the morphine - all the while I am in the hallway of the ER because they ran out of the curtained "rooms". I actually didn't care too much about anything at that point. The did an ultrasound and found the stone was lodged about 1 inch from my bladder. I really didn't want surgery, the urologist agreed that if I passed it that far I could tough out the rest of the way - he also made a point of telling my husband that "some people say they are tough - but your wife is tough - this is some of the worst pain a human can experience". Paul said I was slurring and unitelligible at that point but the doctor kept on talking to me like I was making complete sense. Maybe he is just used to talking to drugged people. They still admitted me just in case but at 9:00pm the pain just stopped and I was sure it was gone so they let me go home. I was right - it popped out this morning. I'm still a little sore - but mainly just feel like crap after being on so many chemicals for 5 days straight.
I'm getting up bright and early tomorrow and going to the gym for a good workout and a nice sweat afterwards in the sauna!
Ginger
