Srsly – Party time in my right kidney! Camera and laser and catchy basket thingy for pieces!
For this I had full-out, unconciousness-inducing, tube down the throat anaesthetic. A bit scary in itself, but you just jump in and let them process you and it is (pretty much) ok.
Except that my body really, really didn’t approve of all this, and what with the five bruised bits from all the ivs (two separate admissions last week!) it took three tries to find a place to get the iv in. And apparently putting the tube in my lungs involved “bronchical spasms” and there was something about my stomach as well, but I missed all that. The anaesthesia person said it all went well, but she was unexpected busy with it. (She was a reassuringly older, pretty obviously unflappable and cool lady. Very calming.)
Am home (YAY) with very little voice, a sore throat, another stent in – this one with a string dangling by which I get to pull it our Thursday morning. Basically it feels like the extreme phase of a UTI, but intermittently. And I have pills and pills and pills, and am flooding myself with popsicles and soup to keep everything flushed out for the next 48 hours. Basically an ouch bathroom run about every hour.
Sair and Alex and Tom are plying me with videos and aforementioned soup/popsicles/what have you. Am seriously not used to this. Hey, I had pleurisy in fifth grade, and I remember going down the stairs sliding on my butt to save my breath when I went to the kitchen make myself soup. Really, I was raised by wolves. Pampering the sick, what a really swell concept!
If soreness follows the nurse’s projection, tomorrow will continue iffy (THANK YOU CODEINE, btw), but Wednesday will be better.
Let’s not do this again.
Oh, vital statistics, a nice round thingy of 9mm diameter, but soft rather than hard. Urologist’s theory is that stone itself was growing the bacteria. They will tell me what it was made of, and advise me on ways to avoid repetitions, later.