Somedays I think I am living in a comedy. How else can all these things happen but to make someone happy. In January, when I went to the hospital, it was found that I had a fairly large kidney stone. They placed a stent and honestly, I didn’t care too much about it except that I was going to have to have follow up care to “blast” the stone at some point.
Follow up care is delayed because of appointment scheduling and my ability to walk. This whole time since the beginning of January, I haven’t needed to even think about the stone or the treatment.
Fast forward to earlier this week, I was having symptoms that I thought were coming from a UTI. Now it all makes sense and the burning is coming from the stent that is mostly fallen out. I noticed something that was out of place last night and then it has increasingly come out.
The urologist on call is going to call me back once she checks my chart, but told me I can remove the rest of the stent myself, as that might help the pain and irritation. I have to admit, I am a little scared to remove the stent, but I will try. I gotta believe it will help with the symptoms.
How is it that I can’t just function “normally?” Why must something always be an issue. I am finally getting strong enough to stand on my own and I even snuck in a pivot from the wheelchair to my arm chair unassisted, but that isn’t enough, I have to have issues with the kidney stone and stent. Its exhausting.
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