I spent yesterday afternoon in the hospital.  First time ever being in hospital other than as a visitor.

I've been on the rag, so I thought I was just sore and crampy yesterday morning...a little worse than normal, but whatevs.  I was fine.  I went to volunteer, as per usual, and made it about half an hour before I couldn't handle it anymore.  Shortest volunteer shift ever, I am pretty sure.  My left kidney area was hurting so bad I could barely walk.  My housemate came and picked me up.  I went home and laid down and told myself that if it still hurt like this in 3 hours I'd go to hospital.

One hour later, I go to housemate and say I think I might need hospital.  I call D, whose parents are both doctors, and make him ask his mom if I should go in.  She says yes.  Housemate calls her mom, who is a nurse, and she says I should go.  We go to hospital.

I was seen fairly quickly...for a hospital, that is.  I threw up twice from the pain, the second time right as they were about to give me anti-nausea medicine.  (I had an IV at that point.)  They gave me spectacular pain-killers that made me incredibly woozy but took nearly all the pain away and did a CT scan and checked kidney function (my dad has HS and had kidney failure at 20, so I always worry about that sort of thing).

Turns out, just a kidney stone.  I've never had one before; I didn't know how painful they are!  This one is big though--they said it's a 50/50 chance I will need surgery.  Keep your fingers crossed.  I really really really don't want to have surgery.  Maybe it would be less painful, but I don't want it.

I am home now, with oxycodone that is unfortunately not as strong as whatever they gave me in the hospital.  I don't feel too badly right now though.  Drinking lots of fluids.  Don't want to eat at all.  That's the only plus out of all this, haha.  Yesterday I had a Fiber 1 bar and some cantaloupe (I am supposed to be eating lots of fiber and fruits and veggies and housemate knew I hadn't eaten so made me get something while we were waiting for my prescription to be filled).  Could barely eat it; I felt like I was going to get sick again the whole time.

D is going to come by later, I think, when he gets back in town.  He was worried, poor thing.  He almost dropped his trip to come drive me to the hospital, but I convinced him not to--he was supposed to drive our other friend home, and I didn't want her parents worrying too.  Plus, now that friend has gone home, D and I can get some alone time.  He has promised me cuddles.  :)