Kidney Stones

I've never passed kidney stones but always have wondered what goes on when you do so in the hospital? is the pain in your urethra? are you naked at all? do the nurses do anything with your penis? thanks.

I've had quite a few Kidney Stones in my lifetime and all but one I have passed. There was a lot of pain in the kidney area and did go to the hospital for it. All they did was give me some drugs to knock me out while the stone passed through the utters. The one stone I wasn't able to pass I had blasted with Lithotripsy. As far as I know, I do have some stone right now up in the kidneys, but they are too small do any harm at the current time.

There is truly nothing erotic about stones. There is pain. Unless you are catheterized, the nurses do nothing except look at the strainer they give you to pee through.

While I am not a guy, I hope you don't mind me putting in my two cents worth here and tell you what happened during my kidney stones ordeads. Yes, I mean that as in more than one.

About 15 years ago maybe a little less, I started peeing what looked like solid blood. It doesn't take a whole lot of blood in urine to make you think so, so I just waited. At the time I was a paramedic so I just drank more water and went on. I didn't take myself to the doctor until I was passing fairly good sized blood clots. The doctor sent me to get a scan done and then sent me for lithotripsy. That's where they sit you down in this tub of warm water, which feels really nice and very relaxing. They place you in this surgical gown with nothing underneith except a pair of these mesh panties I guess you could call them for lack of a better term. The premis of this machine is to basiclly blast up your stones using sonic waves I guess, through your outter back so that there isn't any surgical scaring. I the idea is to blast the stones into pieces small enough so that you can pass them out. When all was said and done, I was able to pass a few fragments and some sand type stuff, but that was it. When I returned to the doc with my samples in hand he said that my stones were made of something to hard, (he told me what that was but I can't remember now) and that he didn't think it would do much, but the only other alternative we had at that time was to actually open the kidney and remove them surgially. He told me my best bet was to not do anything to them unless they started bothering me.

Well low and behold, moving forward about 10 years, which would be 4 years ago, my right kidney started hurting, and it was hurting more and more offten, also the duraton of the pain was lasting longer. It used to be that jsut every once in a whle I would have a twiinge that would take my breath away for a few seconds, but that summer, the every once in a while was turinging into a once or twice day thing and lasting 3-5 minutes at a time. It was leaving me totally exhausted. No matter what I did, how I moved, no pill I took even touched that kind of pain.

Doc and I decided enough was enough so he got me a very quick apointment into with one of his friends the Urologist. When I went into his office Doc wasn't able to be there wih me for that one but was for all the others. Dr.M gave me an exam, mostly questions. Then he took his fist and was going to pound on my kidney. I actually had to stop him and grab his hand before he pounded on that right side. I gave him the look of, "not going to happen", and then he said, "you really are in a lot of pain aren't you?" So then he sent me into the next room to have an x-ray. Dr.M read them and brought them to me to read as well. I am no doctr, but stones light up like a beacon in the nght, and I counted 4. He told me that he would be able to get rid of the 2 in the lower portion as thoee were probably what was causing my pain anyway because they were lose and moving around. But the other two were to far up, unreachable, and were way to large to come out, much dislodge themselves.

Surgery was scheduled the following week. And trust me when I tell you, it couldn't have come soon enough. The pain was almost a constant and I couldn't tak much more. They gave me an IV and started pushing pain meds which were not working at all. Doc was there by my side and several times he left to go and let them know that I needed more. Honestly, they still didn't work.

In the OR I got over on the other table. They had my left arm stretched out on a board for my IV's, and was allowing Doc to sit in a chair beside the bed where he held my hand the entire time I was under. I remember Dr.M putting my legs up in the leg rests and being properly draped for surgery, including that sexy surgical cap. Dr.M was standing between my legs talking to me about what he was going to do, how long it would take and that I was going to be okay etc He promised me that Doc would be there the entire time too, which gave me great comfort. I looked over at Doc and wanted to tell him how much I loved him, but I couldn't because of whom we were around, although I am almost possitive everyone knew anyway, lol. I started crying for some reason, not sure why exactly. I told Doc and Dr.M thank you. Dr.M asked me if I was ready and I started crying more and kept saying no, no. The 02 mask was put on my face and I could feel Doc squeezing my had tighter, then I fell asleep.

I won't up in recovery crying as well. That's what some medicines make me do. I don't think I was in all that much pain really. They put me on a pain pump so I could get a dose every 6 minutes. I was told from the start that the surgery would last between 30-45 minutes. Dr.M was working on my for 3 hours and finally had to quit, not because he was done but becaue that's the max time from what I understand to use the lazor safely.

I was also supposed to go home after surgery but because ofthe amount of pain was in they elected to keep me on 23 hour hold. I got VIP treatment though, was nice. They placed a stint to help me pass all the junk that he was unalbe to flush out. He said he flushed out as much as he could, which is the nice thing about this procedure. Together Doc and Dr.M decided to cut the string on my stint becuase I was having to keep that in for much longer than most people, which would help prevent a possible infection, as the string would make a nice ladder right up inside me to lead the bacteria where they normally don't hang out.

I wasn't scheduled to have the stents pulled out for 2 months, so I went back home and went back to work. Well now, let me tell you, that was probably the hardest 2 months of my life. I just kept getting sicker and sicker. In 2 months I lost almost 40 pounds. I hardly ate anything, a handful of crackers mayby and a bottle of vitamin water for the entire day was about all I could handle, and that was wih taking the max dose allowed of Zofran. It got so bad I collapsed at work and my DON called Doc and they ended up hanging 2L of IV solution. And so from then on, about every 3 days I would hang an IV up and sit at my desk and chart. True story,

When the time came to return to Dr.M for another x-ray and the stent removal I wasn't worried because I know it was about over. All three of us were in the room and Dr.M was going over the x-rays with us and he said all looked good and all of the large fragments were gone but that even after the stent was removed, I would still be passing a bit of sandy stuff, an he was right, I did.

He told me what to expcet when he pulled the stent out, I guess I knew it was going to hurt, but how bad could it be? I found out later that the equipment he was going to use to go up into my urethra was pretty large and midevil looking and Doc had purposfully kept himself in front of it so I wouldnt see it. Smart man that Doc is, lol.

So Dr.M said, okay, we will step out so you can take your pants off and get on the table. I looked at Doc, then looked at Dr.M and said, hell no, he's not leaving. Dr. M said that was okay. He returned in 5 minutes.

Dr.M totally gets Doc and I, on a few levels I believe, and besides that, we are all friends. He can be himself around us which we both greatly appreciate. So he sat on his stool and said "open wide" then he laughed. He squirted some numbing gel up inside me and while he let that work, he went to get his nurse.

She was nice and she immediately grabbed my hand and started holding it tightly. She told me to squeeze as hard a I needed to but to try not to move during the procedure. Doc already had my hand pretty tightly. Then Dr.M picked up his instrument and said, "okay, here we go" Next thing I knew Doc was standing up and laying over my chest to keep me still. I let out some naughty words, and loudly too, lol. Removing that hurt like a SOB. But it was over in less than a minute.

So, I know I am not a guy, but I have/had kidney stone experiences and or issues.

Mashie

About 10 years ago I met a nurse in the hospital and we got to talking about kidney stone. The nurse told me she has had kids and stones, too. As to the pain, she would take childbirth any day over having kidney stones.

I have believed that my 20 years experience with kidney stones qualified me as an expert on the subject. I've had occasion to be in an ER when others were being treated for "flank pain", and overheard much of the B.S. spouted by various staff members who never personally experienced the (dis) pleasure of stones.

Undoubtedly, there are others who have gone through far worse periods with their own stones. My experiences have had their rather humorous moments, in spite of some horrific pain and discomfort. In any case, I'll share some experiences that I have had.

My first stone was identified on my 40th birthday. I was camped out, with my family, on the shoreline of a remote lake. My boat was in the water and camp had been set up for a long weekend. I began feeling bloated and the cramps and pain gradually incresed. I walked to a nearby port-a-potty and tried to have a BM thinking I was severely constipated. Nothing was forthcoming.

After a couple of hours in the middle of the night, I awoke the family and told them we needed to get to a hospital. We were about 200 miles away from a real facility. It was a chore in the dark, but we broke camp and loaded the boat. As we got on the road, the nausea set in. I was still thinking about constipation and a possible blockage. As we got to a nearby town, dawn had just begun. My truck was sputtering and shut down a couple of times. We decided that an ambulance was prudent and one showed up at the payphone.

Two little old ladies tried to hoist me into the ambulance. I was too heavy for them. I had to let them secure the gurney and I climbed into the rig by myself. Off we went for the 60 mile trip. We were doing about 50 mph in the rickety old rig. I offered to drive, but that suggestion was poo-pooed by the sweet old ladies.

Needless to say, when I got to the hospital, which was still somewhat podunkish, I was left in the ER for some time as the staff tried to get a physician to make some decisions. My self diagnosis did get me some Demerol and an enema. No blockage seemed likely and the pain subsided somewhat. Eventually, a CT scan confirmed the existence of a stone. By then, I wanted to get home to the big city for further treatment. The truck and boat were left behind for a rental car to expedite the trip.

A urologist confirmed the stone and plan of attack. I was advised to report to a local hospital for a same day procedure. While awaiting the prep, a nurse said that she heard that kidney stones were similar to childbirth. I had become more lucid and made a dumbass comment. I told her that was a myth, perpetrated by women to make us guys believe childbirth was truly a horrifically painful event. She responded thereafter, that she had my chart and knew where I worked and soon I had gathered a crowd of nurses who were rather unmerciful during my prep for the insertion of a stent to facilitate some urine flow pending scheduling for lithotripsy two days later.

It was then and there that I had to overcome all of the embarrassment that one guy should have to endure. The stent was placed and I at least was able to piss blood for a few days. The lithotripsy was uncomfortable and my kidney area was bruised. The stent was left for two weeks and I gathered enough debris to start an ant farm.

I went for a follow up and was given the choice of an office procedure to remove the stent or return for another same day procedure at the hospital. In another rather dumbass move, I chose to get it removed in the office rather than give those nurses another shot at my pride and masculinity. This was another judgemental error. The stent was removed with a scope and tools that don't belong where they were inserted. The pain was horrific and I thought my prostate was doomed forever.

I've had the procedure(s) repeated every two years for the last 20. I seem to grow stones at an unreal pace. The usual diet hasn't had an impact, it seems.

For those who understand, the IVP Xrays and other aspects of prepping for various procedures, I have chosen to use enemas rather than laxatives for the bowel preps. My urologist understands my logic. I have also managed to pass a few stones with natural methods that include hot enemas and agitating the affected kidney while full of fluids. I've had a couple of bladder enemas to flush it out during the cystoscopic procedures and didn't enjoy those whatsoever. The occasional prostate/rectal checks, and other indignities, are no longer as embarrassing. I had a rather enjoyable colonoscopy in the last few years and would never pass on an enema from a well qualified nurse or other adept administrator. I would just never argue with a nurse or say anything overtly stupid that might offend them in any way.

Your well being is in their hands!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I had a kidney stone a couple of years ago that was blocking the outlet to a kidney, very painfully. the urologist gave me pain pills and others and gave me two days to pass it. That did not happen and he had to in and remove it. I was glad to be under a general, but it felt wonderful when I woke up. I did piss blood for a few days.

The pain of a moving kidney stone is indescribable. Believe me, the nurse could be doing whatever she wanted with your penis, but unless she's giving you a massive dose of IV pain relief you wouldn't even notice. The pain starts in the back (around the kidney area) but moves to the lower abdoman. Pain onset is extremely rapid, 0-90 in 3 seconds flat, then you are tolling around on the floor in agony. In my case sometimes they pass naturally, more often they have to be removed by surgery. If small enough they can be sonic-blasted and the bits pass. Invariably hospitalisation is required, but there is nothing erotic about it, only pain, deep excruciating pain.