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Jul. 18th, 2010 09:13 pmI'm not going on all that much sleep. It's my weekend on call, but that's only a small portion of why I'm so wiped.
Yesterday morning my husband suddenly had pain in his left flank. Thought he had pulled a muscle. I gave him one of my anti-inflammatories, had him lie down, rubbed his back for a bit and he slipped off to sleep after a bit.
I went to work.
We met at Daren and Chris's place. Daren's b'day celebration BBQ at 5. I really was on call (not that I'm complaining, 'cuz I'm not). Not 2 minutes after I walked in the door, my husband asked me to adjust someone's back and neck. Then someone else had an infected ear to check. Again, no complaints - these are all people I care about deeply. When we were getting ready to head for home, LJ pulls me aside and whispers into my ear, that he thinks he's bleeding.
You think you're bleeding?
Turns out he was peeing blood. We went over to my office and I looked at his urine there. There was blood alright, that with his back pain, which was not too horrid, I figured he was starting to pass a stone. I calling in some narcotic pain meds for him, and sent him to get them, while I went to the ER to swipe a urine screen to try and catch the thing. We could have gone to the ER at Kaiser, where he's a patient, but on a Saturday night the place is generally a zoo. He wanted nothing to do with it. I figured showing up there early sunday morning we'd be able to get in, get him looked at, get his 'stone CT' scan and get him out of there. I've got a really good friend who's a radiologist over there, but unfortunately, he was not in town. I found him at his condo in the city. His advice was to hit the ER in the early morning as well, if LJ wasn't too miserable. At the time he wasn't.
The real fun started at 11 pm and lasted till 3. Major renal colic. He was passing a kidney stone alright. Many have said its the closest any man will eve Neither of us got much sleep last night. It crescendoed with him tossing his cookies into the sink at 3 after which things subsided enough for him to finally sleep.
We were up at 7 and at the ER 45 minutes later.
It was interesting being there. The woman at the intake desk asked why he was there, and I answered, "he's having renal colic". She then asked him who I was, to which he said, "we're married". She countered, "Oh, you're domestic partners," and started typing that into her computer system. My husband stopped her and said, "no, we're MARRIED. We're one of the 18000 couples that GOT married." I was both proud of him, and nervous all at once. I've seen him get ticked off when he's not feeling well, and this was not the time I wanted that to happen. The woman had the good sense to quickly say, "good for you." Then, we were turned over to the admitting nurse, who asked me, what was wrong with him. The stethescope and the scrub shirt I had on is a dead give away. After getting LJ squared away and ready to be seen, she looked at me, narrowed her eyes and said, "you look really familiar. Aren't you a nurse? Where do you work?" (Gay + male + health care = nurse, apparently) "Nope, I'm a family doc", I told her. Then the light went on and she recognized me. I did her husband's immigration physical 4 years ago.
The remainder of the ER experience was really smooth. The CT was done amazingly quickly. Because of the amount of peri-ureteral inflammation evident on the scan, the ER doc decided to hit him with a course of antibiotics as well, starting with 2 IV doses there in the ER, before discharging him to home. The stone however appears to have passed. With that the ER RN, shooed me out the door, not because she didn't want me there, but so I could go get my own rounds done. "Just be back to get him an an hour and a half."
We were home and LJ in bed at 10 past 2 this afternoon.
I need to go get horizontal now.
He's tooling around the house no almost like nothing ever happened
Yesterday morning my husband suddenly had pain in his left flank. Thought he had pulled a muscle. I gave him one of my anti-inflammatories, had him lie down, rubbed his back for a bit and he slipped off to sleep after a bit.
I went to work.
We met at Daren and Chris's place. Daren's b'day celebration BBQ at 5. I really was on call (not that I'm complaining, 'cuz I'm not). Not 2 minutes after I walked in the door, my husband asked me to adjust someone's back and neck. Then someone else had an infected ear to check. Again, no complaints - these are all people I care about deeply. When we were getting ready to head for home, LJ pulls me aside and whispers into my ear, that he thinks he's bleeding.
You think you're bleeding?
Turns out he was peeing blood. We went over to my office and I looked at his urine there. There was blood alright, that with his back pain, which was not too horrid, I figured he was starting to pass a stone. I calling in some narcotic pain meds for him, and sent him to get them, while I went to the ER to swipe a urine screen to try and catch the thing. We could have gone to the ER at Kaiser, where he's a patient, but on a Saturday night the place is generally a zoo. He wanted nothing to do with it. I figured showing up there early sunday morning we'd be able to get in, get him looked at, get his 'stone CT' scan and get him out of there. I've got a really good friend who's a radiologist over there, but unfortunately, he was not in town. I found him at his condo in the city. His advice was to hit the ER in the early morning as well, if LJ wasn't too miserable. At the time he wasn't.
The real fun started at 11 pm and lasted till 3. Major renal colic. He was passing a kidney stone alright. Many have said its the closest any man will eve Neither of us got much sleep last night. It crescendoed with him tossing his cookies into the sink at 3 after which things subsided enough for him to finally sleep.
We were up at 7 and at the ER 45 minutes later.
It was interesting being there. The woman at the intake desk asked why he was there, and I answered, "he's having renal colic". She then asked him who I was, to which he said, "we're married". She countered, "Oh, you're domestic partners," and started typing that into her computer system. My husband stopped her and said, "no, we're MARRIED. We're one of the 18000 couples that GOT married." I was both proud of him, and nervous all at once. I've seen him get ticked off when he's not feeling well, and this was not the time I wanted that to happen. The woman had the good sense to quickly say, "good for you." Then, we were turned over to the admitting nurse, who asked me, what was wrong with him. The stethescope and the scrub shirt I had on is a dead give away. After getting LJ squared away and ready to be seen, she looked at me, narrowed her eyes and said, "you look really familiar. Aren't you a nurse? Where do you work?" (Gay + male + health care = nurse, apparently) "Nope, I'm a family doc", I told her. Then the light went on and she recognized me. I did her husband's immigration physical 4 years ago.
The remainder of the ER experience was really smooth. The CT was done amazingly quickly. Because of the amount of peri-ureteral inflammation evident on the scan, the ER doc decided to hit him with a course of antibiotics as well, starting with 2 IV doses there in the ER, before discharging him to home. The stone however appears to have passed. With that the ER RN, shooed me out the door, not because she didn't want me there, but so I could go get my own rounds done. "Just be back to get him an an hour and a half."
We were home and LJ in bed at 10 past 2 this afternoon.
I need to go get horizontal now.
He's tooling around the house no almost like nothing ever happened