Ohgawd. I empathise, having had too many K-stones myself—the last one a 7mm triangle with pointy corners and sharp edges, which on several occasions cared not a whit that I'd taken double doses of Vicodin and whatever the other oral painkiller was they'd given me, necessitating trips for IV morphine at the ER in cabs wherein the drivers were not entirely sure my head wasn't going to explode in a shower of alien babies, just going by my noisemaking and writhing. Whew. That sentence was way too long. Once that last one was done (i.e., had moved so as to be targetable by the ultrasonic lithotriptor) they sent me round to a dietician who taught me some very interesting and counterintuitive things. So far so good (knock wood), but they say the only certain thing about K-stones is that he who gets them once will get them again. Hooray for us. :-( Be well!
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Date: 2010-03-18 07:52 pm (UTC)