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asteroidtroglodyte · 23 days
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Me: hey babe wanna see something cool?
My Wife: sure!
Me: [holds out hand excitedly]
My Wife: …what am I looking at?
Me: a rock!
My Wife: When did you go outside?
Me: I didn’t! My body made this!
My Wife: what
Me: I passed a stone!
My Wife: [horrified silence]
Me: yea check it out there’s little crystals!
My Wife, horrified: um
Me: yea if you look here you can see the oxalic crystals and-
My Wife: babe!
Me: huh?
My Wife, freaking out: babe. are you ok. are you in pain? do you need to go to the hospital what-
Me: oh. OH. I’m fine! Really! Feeling much better actually!
My Wife: well. Good.
Me: sorry, got all caught up in how cool it was that I was holding a biogenic crystal that my body made that I forgot that this is kinda horrifying, huh?
My Wife: babe, I love your autistic ass but please drink more water. And maybe warn me next time.
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robot-hive-mind · 9 months
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Why the fuck can some of your organs just make rocks??? Who said that was OK?
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arsnof · 25 days
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Dad's in the hospital again
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When I’m supposed to drink an insane amount of water everyday...
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spoonful116 · 8 months
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TW: Ableism, gaslighting by healthcare providers
A doctor noted in my chart that I was non-compliant, manipulative, and trying to direct my care. Some of his reasoning:
Refused to take the extended release capsules of the medication prescribed. Also noted that I have dysphagia and a PEG tube
Told him that I needed to address the chronic UTIs before I considered overactive bladder treatments
Became concerned that I had an underlying genetic condition that was causing my issues. A lot of tests were coming back normal, but everything was very abnormal. I do have a genetic condition.
Stopped seeing my first urologist and suggested that I change doctors when they don't do what I want. My first urologist let me have 1-2 UTIs a month and wasn't trying to find a cause
"Refused to give a urine sample at any appointment" when I had been fainting a lot during transfers and they didn't have any exam tables that were wheelchair user friendly.
Communicated with them often about questions or concerns
Didn't do my 24 hour urine collection with an indwelling catheter and thus accused me of not doing it correctly and not collecting all of it in order for my results to be worse
Lying about my water intake and how much I eat
I am truly amazed by this man and the level of fragility, ego, and privilege you must have in order to see those actions as negatives with ulterior motives.
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arthritis medicines a-z:  a doctor's guide to today's most commonly prescribed arthritis drugs (2000) - charles michael stein
“hot girls have kidney stones”
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philippinewildlifeart · 4 months
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Say hello to Sambong! 𝘉𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘢 is one of 10 medicinal plants recommended by the Department of Health. It has long been used to treat different kinds of issues, including kidney stones! https://philippinewildlife.art/portfolio/sambong/ (See Sambong tea at @filipinofoodart)
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gingerjolover · 5 months
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your kidney sTILL has a rock in it??
APPARENTLY!!!! I got put on more meds but last night was…. not good so I’m hoping he exits soon!
(yes he is a man, yes my friends and i named him, and yes we hate him)
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tittiemeats · 3 months
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justangrymacaroni · 11 months
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ok genuinely if you have kidney stones, what u should do:
you might have then if you get an extreme pain on your side, kinda on your back, with shooting pains down to your groin. you might also have nausea and violent vomiting.
1. go the ER right away. kidney stones are one of those things that docs are willing to give out the big gun pain meds for. they are incredibly painful, and you will need medication. they will most likely give you a CT scan. be incredibly honest about your pain, don’t be afraid to be too truthful to get doctors to listen to you.
2. 95% are small enough to pass naturally at home. they will take up to three weeks to pass. talk with your doctor about a plan. look into seeing a urologist.
3. DRINK WATER. i’ve bought four giant jugs of water that i am working my way through. at least two liters a day.
4. cranberry juice also helps. get as close to the natural stuff as you can manage. but focus more on water.
5. when it passes, do not flush it. this is gross, but u will need to collect it to show to a urologist. the ER doctors should give you tools for doing this: a strainer to pee through and a medical cup.
WHAT TO DO FOR PAIN:
1. this is weird but worked for me. lie on top of a vibrater. the vibration helps with the pain.
2. heat. hot showers, hot pad, extreme heat.
3. take your fucking pain meds prescribed to you. take ibuprofen in between, with doctors approval.
4. if the pain becomes unbearable, go back to the ER. that means the meds aren’t working. it will not get better unless you get help.
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Havin’ some unpleasantness removed today. Thanks for all well wishes, will check in when I’m no longer anesthetically ensluggished.
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mcatmemoranda · 2 months
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Patients with kidney stones should be admitted if pt has uncontrolled pain, uncontrolled vomiting, B/L kidneys are obstructed, pt is septic, or pregnant pts (b/c pyelonephritis increases the risk of ARDS).
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bax16 · 3 months
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Steven, we can't both exist. I'm going to become half of you. And I need you to know that every moment you love being yourself, that's me, loving you and loving being you. Because you're going to be something extraordinary. You're going to be a human being.
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dragonquill · 8 months
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The last few weeks, y'all
My mother keeps saying it's been a "tough karma weekend" and I just want to shake her and ask her does the understand that implies I deserve it??? Does she think I am a horrible person??
Anyway
Last May, I felt like I had a really nasty uti (called a "bladder infection" colloquially where I live). I went to the doc, given antibiotics of the general kind, and was tested for an actual UTI. Never got results. Called, never got an answer, etc.
Continue to be sick through June and July. With the return to work looming, I went to my regular doc in mid-July. I was given antibiotics and a test to see if there was a UTI.
The techs on the test accidentally tore the name label, making the final "e" of my last name disappear, so the test could not be run.
Doctor is making noise about cancer being more important to check for than running another infection check, and I'm referred to a specialist. He talks cancer (I'm cool, this is fine, this is fine, I mean, someone at my workplace was literally fired for missing too many days due to cancer without enough "evidence" last year, but I'm SURE IT WILL BE FINE) , then orders a CT scan and finds a HUGE KIDNEY STONE in my right kidney.
16 mm, if you are a kidney stone aficionado like myself. A stone must be under 5 mm to have a chance of passing on its own.
Now first, I have had about a dozen stones over the last 20 years, but this one was in the kidney, so it didn't hurt like a stone. It was just screwing stuff up in there, thus making the painful and sick UTI symptoms.
Secondly, this should have been dealt with back in March but whatEVS.
I put off the surgery for a few weeks because we're back to work and being out in the beginning of the year is a nightmare.
August 28, I have the procedure to break up the stone and a stent put in.
August 29, I know that something is Not Right because I am in constant, throbbing pain.
August 30, I call the doc and am, of course, completely dismissed about the whole pain issue. "That's normal" the nurse says before basically hanging up on me.
Sept. 7, 9:15 am. The stent is removed at the doctor's office. The relief is incalculable because that thing hurt like a MOTHER every second of every day.
By 1:00 I know that something is, once again, Very Wrong, because THIS time I have the HELLA OW back pain that is a kidney stone in the ol' tubes AND feel like I am (TMI) still peeing boiling acid as I have since Aug. 29. And for a special bonus, there is vomiting. (There's no fever. I haven't run a fever in two decades. My body just Does Not Care to Try That Hard.)
Call doc, leave message. Call doc at 1, leave message. Call doc at 3, leave message. Decide fine, I will drive my deeply pained and probably shouldn't be driving ass 40 minutes to the hospital ER. (An ambulance ride would be 100s of dollars, even with my pretty good health insurance, and I've already spent several hundred on this situation in copays.)
Sitting in the ER with 1/4 of the city's population, the doc's office finally calls back around 4 pm and says, "With those symptoms, you need to go immediately to the AR."
SURPRISE BENCH I'M ALREADY HERE.
Wait in the ER and have a test now and again from ~4pm to 10:30 pm. (The hospital did make sure I paid my $150 ER copay even though they had done nothing for two hours at the time. Priorities.) Make nice with the nurses, trying to figure out why I have been given zero pain meds when I have been officially referred my by doctor for a kidney stone related issue. Find out about 9 they will not give me pain meds without a urinalysis.
My dudes, my laydees, my folks who have no time for the gender binary, I had no liquid left in my poor, dehydrated, screaming body. ALSO the drink machine in the ER is closed and I am there alone, so I can't send someone to brave the streets in search of some gosh darned water. THERE IS NO WATER TO DRINK EXCEPT THE BATHROOM TAP AND NOT A SINGLE CUP AVAILABLE TO THE ILL MASSES.
A kind nurse finally gets me a cup of ice water, which I gulp down because dammIT I am in pain. Finally, peeage happens around 10:00.
It takes more than an hour to run the test and find out, wow, I have a raging infection. By this time I have had an abdominal sonogram and a CT scan, so they KNOW I have a giant obstruction! WHY DID I NEED AN INFECTION TO GET PAINKILLERS.
So I'm sitting there, crying silently in pain because you know. And the skin on my face is RIDICULOUS and literally is BURNED BY MY TEARS so I look an especial mess and no one is checking on me but I am clearly making the other pathetic ER patrons uncomfortable. Finally, the nurse I had been very politely asking for updates throughout the night comes up and asks, "Are you ready to get out of here?" and moves me, bless her, to a weird little side room with a powerful "This used to be a closet vibe." I get painkillers a little before midnight. I have been in full kidney stone pain for 11 hours.
The nurses tell me the CT scan show a 1.6 centimeter stone in my tubage. I think, "Wait, that's hardly smaller than it was," before my American brain goes back to middle school math class and says, "WAIT THAT IS EXACTLY THE SAME AS 16 MM WHAT THE H E DOUBLE HOCKEY STICKS?!"
At 1:30 AM I am moved to the room and told my doc will see me in the morning.
Doc arrives ~8 am. I have had nothing to drink since midnight, so I am hoping we get this show on the road. He tries to claim the original procedure "worked" because the stone is broken up it just, you know, all JAMMED ITSELF BACK INTO A BALL as soon as the stent was out and built a little campsite complete with RAGING FIRE so we are gonna have to have another procedure under full anesthesia to pull it out and put in another stent.
I was too tired to strangle him, so I am not in jail.
I am finally taken back for surgical prep and to sign my life away around 4. I sit around for hours and finally go back to surgery ~ 7 pm.
Friends, acquaintances, and mortal enemies, I was so fricking thirsty.
ANYWAY I'm back to my room, feeling grumpy because my version of getting high from "the good stuff" is becoming Oscar the Grouch Minus Trashcan. I never get to feel all floaty and nice. Because life is a bench.
By the next morning, it is absolutely clear to me that something was VERY WRONG with the previous stent because THIS one is mildly uncomfortable, and not HELLO KNIVES TO THE GUT by my doc is just still trying to claim the first surgery was a success even though it FAILED SO BADLY I HAD A SECOND SURGERY (complete with copay). But whatever, your girl is tired, I wanna go home.
I am driven home because one can't drive on The Good Stuff. I'm home about 2 pm on Saturday afternoon, and zonk out in front of the television. Hallelujah.
Friend gives me a ride to the ER parking lot on Sunday to get my car. This means I haven't taken pain pills, but I'm not feeling the need since there is, apparently, nothing wrong with this fnjdksbhkbgiywebubWOEING stent unlike the first one. We pull up, I hop out and turn the key in my lovely little toy car.
AND IT DOES NOT START.
IT HAS DIED JUST SITTING IN THE ER PARKING LOT.
WHAT THE HELL ROSALEE??? I THOUGHT WE LOVED EACH OTHER!! I KNOW I KEEP TOO MUCH JUNK IN THE BACKSEAT BUT THIS???
Now, I do not have my cellphone because I somehow didn't plug it in last night and it was dead this morning. I am blaming the grouchy morphine. My jumper cables are, I realize, hanging in my garage, and my friend doesn't have any. We take her car to go buy jumper cables. Return to the ER parking lot, where we have become an entertaining show for the security personnel stuck out by the front entrance, drinking coffee and most likely taking bets on jumping the toy battery inside my toy car, which is stupidly difficult to get hooked up to the cables.
While I am waging war, a lovely mechanic walks by (female presenting person by open car hood looking pitiful generally leads to this in my area, and I appreciate it) and finally! Rosalee is running!
My friend insists on following me back to the auto place Just in Case only she leaves her phone in my car somehow and I have NO phone and we completely misunderstand what was supposed to happen and lose each other to driving the 2 miles between ER and Auto Zone several times trying to figure out where the heckadoodle the other person IS.
Every time you go through the ER parking lot, it costs $2 to get out. Just. As a bonus.
BUT FINALLY we met up at the AutoZone, and of course my Toy Battery is only available in one premium style (because toy cars are a pain in the klodney; my toy car also comes with impossible-to-find TOY TIRES, I kid you not, do not trust online reviews and research when you are a vehicle luddite). But that's okay! It's fine! The wonderful, knowledgeable tech installs it, my friend and I part ways with only minimal frustrated crying, she has her phone, I have my car, and I DRIVE HOME TO MY HOUSE AND GO TO BED FOREVER AND EVER AMEN.
Except I have to get everything ready for work tomorrow, so.....I'm awake again.
And my mother keeps insisting it's a "bad karma experience" and I'm just
DO YOU THINK I AM A SERIAL KILLER OR SOMETHING I LITERALLY DO NOT SQUASH SPIDERS.
Anyway, have a nice week, everyone, I am going back to bed until 6 in the ack emma.
Bai.
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spoonful116 · 1 year
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All I do is pee pee pee no matter what
Got peeing on my mind, can never do enough
Everytime I pee up in the toilet, everybody's hands go up
And they say what (what)
They say what (what)
They say what (what)
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