Getting Stoned


Everyone seems to have their health issues they frequently have to deal with, especially as we are forced to admit we are getting older.  I haven’t talked about mine much here because…. well, it’s kind of a delicate issue, particularly for my male readers out there.  The bane of my existence is kidney stones, which have plagued me now for over a decade, and show no signs of letting up their grip on my inner plumbing anytime soon.

I hope you like your coffee on the rocks...

I hope you like your coffee on the rocks…

Even those who have never had to suffer from the consequences of a kidney stone have heard of their legendary ability to deliver some of the most intense pain imaginable.  Women who have both given birth and dealt with kidney stones will almost universally tell you that labor pains hold nothing on the kind of intolerable, uncontrollable pain a stone can bring on.  While I can’t vouch for the former obviously, I can tell you that a kidney stone attack is an absolutely soul-sucking experience that will make you want to claw through your side with your bare hands to remove the tiny nuisance….

Not anymore, I had to rip it out!

Not anymore, I had to rip it out!

Kidney stone pain is generally not caused by the stone itself, although if it is large enough, it can create a dull, annoying pain in the side, or even a nauseous feeling in your abdomen.  I’m a veteran of enough stones to know when I have one even before I get that first attack.  The actual intense pain of a kidney stone attack is caused when it lodges somewhere where it creates a urine blockage.  The best advice I can give for someone suffering an attack is to drink drink drink plenty of non-caffeinated fluids to try to flush the stone to another more benign location…. preferably the exit.

Non-alcoholic as well, I might add...

Non-alcoholic as well, I might add…

My history with kidney stones has resulted in two emergency room visits, one hospitalization, three surgical procedures involving extracorporeal shock wave lithotripsy (which essentially breaks up stones using sonic waves), countless visits to my urologist, and many more medical bills than I care to think about.  My largest kidney stone was a 2.5 centimeter diameter (one inch!!!) whopper three years ago that required two of those lithotripsy procedures to whittle away.  My last two stones have both been 5 millimeters in diameter, and I have managed to pass both on my own.  One last May, and the most recent this morning (in three installments since it was kind enough to break apart in my bladder).

I actually drew this after I passed the stone last year while at work.  Call it art therapy...

I actually drew this after I passed the stone last year while at work. Call it art therapy…

I actually have both of these two most recent stones saved, and to gaze upon these jagged pieces of manmade rock and realize that they had to travel from my kidneys, through the very narrow ureters, to my bladder, and finally out you-know-what is enough to make even a grown man squirm.  Moreso given that it usually takes a few days to travel that last tunnel, and there is no better feeling than having a jagged rock stuck in your (insert your own euphemism for the male organ here) while going about your business.  That was my experience the last 12 hours or so, and I am glad that I have finally been set free from this Rock of Gibraltar, which first let itself be known to me with a brief acute attack in late June….

More urinal humor to help you forget about that graphic visual I described...

More urinal humor to help you forget about that graphic visual I described…

Given that I am one of the last people who will ever change my diet, and the gruesome history of stones that runs in my family, it’s a sure bet there will be more to come in the future.  Luckily, my body seems to be pretty used to them now, and even with the last two whoppers I’ve given natural birth to, I’ve had a minimum of intense pain episodes with them…. whereas the kidney stone newbie will usually be floored by what essentially is a grain of sand.  Until then, take my advice and drink plenty of fluids to keep the ol’ pipes flushed, or you too might get stoned like I do!

angel mbrs stoned

Pain? What pain?

About evilsquirrel13

Bored former 30-something who has nothing better to do with his life than draw cartoon squirrels.
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18 Responses to Getting Stoned

  1. pishnguyen says:

    I second Experienced Tutors: OUCH!!

    Glad you were able to get rid of things on your own. Here’s hoping it’s quite a long time before you get stoned again.

  2. merbear74 says:

    Ouch. I had no idea. Hugs to you ES as you go through that torture.
    I like to word tallywanker…

  3. merbear74 says:


  4. Oh your poor “donger”. I had no idea you had to go through this awful thing. I worked as a charge nurse for a long time before I went into craft teaching and design. Yes, everyone agrees it is awful pain. My God you are so brave and stoic! Are you sure you don’t have aussie blood in you somewhere?
    The cartoons were great! 🙂

  5. C.K. Hope says:

    Yup. They suck. As a woman who has given birth to both children and kidney stones, stones win. I can get drugged to have kids. 😉 Not something I recommend to people, unless I hate them muchly 😉 I don’t know how you’ve survived more than one!

  6. psquirrel says:

    Oh my! I will take this advice to heart and suck down a big glass of water right now!

  7. Holy Hell! Poor thing, glad you’ve got it down to a science of sorts.. but still. Yikes! Let the liquids flow! (Both in and out as it were)

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