The end is NIGH!!!! (i wish)

[kevbo]

wanna go out drinking tonight?

 

[gmoney]

Maybe I can help:

 

[kevbo]

fuck you, i just threw up in my mouth.

I know you want a lunchbox...

 

[hermanding]

HOW
ARE YOU NOW???
ding

 

[Fire]

"No, I'm using Madonna's new diet plan to lose weight." My dad retorts "I doubt that she purges." I manage a succinct reply before the festivities are called into action again "not her, him."

That was a kneeslapper

Sorry to hear you're feeling gross.

 

[GL]

damn! i'm sorry to hear you're in such trauma.

i really hope you get to feeling better soon.

 

[Yuki Sohma]

Oh -Noiro babe, I am sorry to hear of your current pains.............my kidney stone attack left me feelin' as if I been shot (seriously shot) which doses of morphine remedied before they decided to yank the stone.............please rest as best you can.............hugs & kisses for a quick mend luv............Yuki

 

[Yuki Sohma]

Yay........................

 

[bankside]

I've often wondered if a catheter full of KY would help with passing a kidney stone.

 

[cityboy-stl]

When I read your OP that was my first thought - sounds like kidney stones. Glad you're feeling better.

 

[Elwood]

I am glad your night of torment is over!!! Good to see you kept your sense of humor through out. The Madonna line was priceless!!!!

 

[hermanding]

there used to be a kind of joke that said the first half of passing a stone is so painful that one is afraid they will die. and the second half is so painful*one is afraid they won't die
ding

 

[blackbeltninja]

winky

Now this is a word which really just isn't used often enough in public.

Hope you're all better.

-d-

 

[frankfrank]

When I read your OP that was my first thought - sounds like kidney stones. Glad you're feeling better.

You took my thoughts almost verbatim, that was the first thing that came to mind immediately as well.

I believe that I had a kidney stone once about six years ago. The extreme pain was a little left of my spine, in the lower part of my back, and I was very close to vomiting, and rather nauseous. It hit me about 5 in the morning. I was trying to rate the pain on a scale of 0 to 10 and I was coming up with an 8.5 or thereabouts. (I was, at the same time, realizing that cooking my hand over an open flame, or somebody stabbing me and turning the blade, or having my fingernails pulled out, would have hurt worse. I was thinking what I felt was probably about the same as being shot.)

By the time I got out to the car, I thought I noticed that the pain was subsiding. It must have been that the action of moving around to put my clothes on, perhaps jarred it loose. I waited it out in case I didn't have to go, and I could actually notice the pain fading. Within an hour, I could hardly tell that I had been in pain.

Nothing ever came out of my dick, though, so I don't know...can kidney stones dissolve on their own?

On the other hand, I wonder if it was a symptom (which would be about the only symptom I had) of the kidney cancer which was found four or six months later? Perhaps there was some kidney-related spasm or something.
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Glad to hear you're feeling better, and that it was just [STRIKE]a passing thing[/STRIKE] (oops) temporary. I've heard it described that a "kidney stone is the worst pain that a man can ever experience." I never hear kidney stones talked about with women - why not? Other than where the urine exits, isn't a woman's urinary system mostly similar to a guy's?

Yikes, I can't even imagine passing a 4mm stone, if indeed your size estimate is accurate. Ouch!!!

 

[JustWes]

or whatever.

the pain.


THEEE EPPPPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNN NN

PAIN!!!!

warning: strong use of descriptive analogies and imagery of bodily functions ahead. (you have been warned)





So I wake up at 5 am this morning tossing and turning. I was sweating a bit, but thought that since i had two quilts and my down comforter... that I was just overly warm. Yeah, not to much. The sweating continued. Around 6 I had to do "something" down there so off I went to the bathroom. The hazmat cleanup bill is gonna set me back a bit.

I headed downstairs to shower, my muscles were twitching smasmodically. I began to wonder what I ate, but nothing came to mind as being overly nefarious the previous day. I did however jog. And I did lots of it and got really warm. Really really warm, that and sore as all fuck. When i went to bed my lower back was achey (in retrospect this is important) and I thought I just overdid it.

So I get showered up and come back to bed. Not 15 minutes later the upper half of my body wishes to take part in the celebration known as "The morning of projectile bodily fluids."

I run the bathwater in the tub as I sit on the toilet a humbled man with my drawers around my ankles sobbing quietly. My dad passes by the closed bathroom door "what are ya? sick or something?" Fortunately my wit and humor remain intact and undisturbed "No, I'm using Madonna's new diet plan to lose weight." My dad retorts "I doubt that she purges." I manage a succinct reply before the festivities are called into action again "not her, him."

The morning passes in such a way that I fear for the local flaura and fauna near the water treatment plant at which my pipes invariably lead. I offer many prayers those who will die in the aftermath.

I somehow, most likely through my stubborness, survive the morning's ordeals, I find myself sitting at the top of the stairs a defeated and weak shell of who I once was. Other than that I was feeling quite spry and chipper. I displayed no signs of illness or whole body achiness as one would expect with the flu or other such evil and vile bugs.

Two people I know for a fact at work had already called in. One is a blatant lying hypochondriac. "well john, some people are just sickly" No, she's a lying cunt. I've been keeping a dosiere on her since a month after I started, she has had 3 grandmothers die and she's been to enough funerals it makes the Iraq war look like child's play. The other truly is sick, she was not well. So I head into work think ing I could make it.

Well the third trip to the bathroom was after I had a very bad spasm and ache in my lower back. I had to piss all of a sudden.

Fortunately there were no passer-by's as they would have thought I was delivering a highly energetic and lively sermon to our lord and personal savior Jesus Hernando Christ.

This color closely approximates what came out of my winky.

I went to my manager and indicated that I should probably head home. She had a comment about how she doesn't have any reliable people. I went off on a small tirade about how i'm never sick, i never call in, I come in whenever they call me, even at 3am to fix the photo machine for 5 minutes. I then went to the office and clocked out.

I got home and tried to pee again and there is deffinitely some pressure building up in the pipes



I hurt, I'm scared, and i'm using humor to distract myself from what I perceive will be quite a painful series of events I will experience over the next couple days. I've made an appointment with the doctor for 2 pm. I'm currently downing purified water by the ton.

hold me.

Hope you get to feeling better, Noiro.