By far the worst pain I have ever felt was when I had (multiple) kidney stones.
Around a year and a half ago, I was at my desk at work, when suddenly my back
really started to hurt. The pain kept getting worse and worse and wouldn't go away, I tried to walk around to see if that would help, spoiler alert: it didn't. At the time my girlfriend (now fiance) worked at an urgent care, so I go to my boss to tell him that I'm going over there to see what's wrong, and I'll be back. I brought a notepad to bite down on while I drove the pain was soo bad - at this point I thought my appendix was bursting or something.
I stumble into urgent care, the doctor there looks at me and says I probably have a kidney stone(s), and since I was unable to urinate at the time, he said I should go to the hospital (gee,
thanks). My girlfriend drives me to the hospital, and I'm in lying in the backseat moaning. The ride to the hospital felt like the beginning of
Reservoir Dogs.
By the time I'm at the hospital, I can barely walk and am dry heaving. When the nurse on duty asks my girlfriend to fill out paperwork, I beg her to either give me something for the pain or just have the security guard kill me. Seeing that I was in pretty bad shape, they give me something for the pain, take some X-rays, and turns out I have a few stones. They need a urine sample; I still can't pee. They fill me up with fluids and tell me that if they can't get a sample, they're going to put a catheter in me.
I have a heart to heart with myself, and realizing that my urethra was a one way street gave me enough motivation to where I was able to squeeze out enough to satisfy them.
Good news: my stones are small enough to pass.
Bad News: I have to ****ing pass like three ****ing kidney stones.
A nurse comes in and asks if I drink beer. When I tell her
DUH, what state do you think we're in (Louisiana), she says that the yeast from beer will help shave the edges off the stones and make them easier to pass. They also load me up on some percocet for the pain (obviously I didn't drink and take pain medicine at the same time).
All in all, it wasn't a bad weekend. This happened on a Thursday, so I basically get a four day weekend. I got to drink a lot of beer, get stoned on percocet, and watched a **** ton of movies. Except that urinating was a game of Russian roulette; was this going to be the time I would pass the stone? Thankfully they gave me some medicine that crushed up my stones to where I really didn't feel anything.
Now every time I have stomach or back pain, I fear it's going to be the big one again. The pain I felt during that time is indescribable; and I wouldn't wish it on anyone.