In reply to Toyman! :
I did not think to save the receipt for my IKEA office chair, it was cheap and I've never broken a swivel chair.
the dowel it rocks on broke and it has a 10 year warranty that I'm *pretty sure* it's inside of.
In just under 12 hours, we're going to be getting into the car and driving just over three hours away to drop off our middlest daughter at college. The eldest elected to go to school locally and commute so this is our first time having one of our daughters not being in the house with us. I've been putting on a brave face, but this is going to be tough to get used to. We've always said that we aren't raising children - we're raising competent, confident adults. But I've gotten rather accustomed to having them all around. Turns out I kind of like them.
Woke up at 0330 to a shooting pain in my lower back. I thought it was a muscle spasm but it didn't go away after I rolled over. Then came immediate nausea and vomiting. I'm 99% sure I'm passing a kidney stone.
I just got to my parent's house last night to spend a week helping them out. We need to clean out their 5th wheel camper in preparation to sell it.
Instead, I'm writhing in pain on my parent's bathroom floor.
FML
In reply to stanger_mussle (Supported by GRM undergarments) :
That's not something I've experienced before. I've heard it's complete misery. Heal fast.
Toyman! said:In reply to stanger_mussle (Supported by GRM undergarments) :
That's not something I've experienced before. I've heard it's complete misery. Heal fast.
It is complete misery. When mine came on, I was dropping DD#1 off at school on my way to work. I barely made it home to get DW to drive me to the emergency room. 15 minutes from first twinge to being curled up in a fetal position on the floor of the van. Felt like someone was pushing a piece of hot, rusty piano wire from my lower left back to somewhere a little south of my navel. I passed mine in about 8 hours and spent most of that time under sedation, luckily. I think it was about 5-6 mm, if I recall.
@stanger_mussle, it sounds like that's what's happening. I sincerely hope yours goes quickly. If at all possible, get to the ER. Not only will they help with the pain, but they will make sure it's not something else. Good luck, man.
Minor rant:
Two weeks ago I lost the slave cylinder on the Miata and had to drive an hour home in traffic with no clutch.
Last week I replaced the cylinder in 90d heat / 90% humidity. Not fun, but it seemed to be working fine.
Saturday I drove it in our autocross and my codriver used up all the clutch action available before it got hot enough that the air bubble I apparently missed took the clutch out of action again, so I only got half my runs in, and those weren't great because the clutch was barely functioning.
On the upside, after sitting for an hour or so, it worked well enough to drive home and get the car in the garage this time. But now I have to bleed it and I really don't have time.
And in the meantime, the registration has expired.
Road rash, and for the dumbest reason. Went chasing down a doorbell ditcher last night and pulled a pretty good Sidewalk Superman. Ended up with some pretty good trophies for my efforts. Don't run in flip-flops.
Worst war story ever.
In reply to Toyman! and Duke:
Thanks for the well wishes. I woke my dad up and he took me to the ER. They gave me an IV of saline and pain killer. Then followed that up with morphine. The CT scan confirmed a little 2mm baby stone that was kicking my ass. Doctor said it will pass, wrote me a script for hydrocodone and Flomax and sent me on my way.
It sucks though because my dad is on oxygen and can barely function and my mom has such bad eyesight that she makes Mr. Magoo look like Jensen Button. I'm supposed to take care of them, not the other way around.
I just want this to pass so I can get back to why I took a week of PTO.
Dear V.A.-
Please do all of us veterans a favor: pull your collective heads out of your asses, revamp the stupid website so claim numbers and other essential information can be easily found instead of sending us on the merry-go-round of clicky links from hell, allow us to reference said claim numbers, and then get off your berkeleying asses and do your damned job.
Sincerely,
-A Pissed Off Vet.
Finally back home. The pharmacy the ER sent the prescriptions to didn't open until 9am, and then their computers went down so it took like 2 hours to get it filled. The morphine shot I received in the ER started to wear off and I was getting a little cranky.
I'm feeling much better. My kidney area is still tender but I don't feel like I'm dying. I still have a weird pressure sensation in my groin area which kinda feels like I got hit in the beans.
Overall, I rate this 0/10 stars, would not recommend.
In reply to stanger_mussle (Supported by GRM undergarments) :
Based on the past experiences of Recon1342, the getting-hit-in-the-beans sensation will go away when the stone makes it to your bladder. After that, you'll experience some relief until it makes its way into your main drain. Then, it'll feel like you're trying to piss razor blades.
Drink lots of clear fluids, and grit your teeth. I've been there, and it ain't fun...
In reply to Recon1342 :
Thanks. This is my first kidney stone so I finally get to experience these wonderful sensations that people have been talking about lol.
I just want to get this ordeal over with ASAP because it's eating my time I have to spend with my folks. I've been hydrating as much as I can so hopefully that little evil stone gets evicted soon.
stanger_mussle (Supported by GRM undergarments) said:I'm feeling much better. My kidney area is still tender but I don't feel like I'm dying. I still have a weird pressure sensation in my groin area which kinda feels like I got hit in the beans.
OK, man, you're halfway there. That means the bastard has moved from your kidney to your bladder. You're not out of this yet, but the worst is over.
Unfortunately the remaining part involves the Rock From Hell transiting your hootus. In my experience, that's the easier part, though.
Good luck.
eBay guy sells rebuilt 240Z turn signal stalk switch for $299. I ask if he buys cores as I have the wrong one from a 280Z.
Yup, he says he can credit me $120 on a purchase. I mention I'm traveling last week and I want to check the wiring again and buy on Monday.
Now it's a $349 price due to rarity. Does he know I can stick my arm out the window?
In reply to stanger_mussle (Supported by GRM undergarments) :
My urologist gave me permission to drink lots of beer, both for the analgesic effect and passing lots of fluids.
Probably not a good idea to mix with morphine though.
In reply to Datsun240ZGuy :
Probably not. There seems to be a paucity of driving knowledge as of late... (Looking at you Mr 80 through a 65 tagged construction zone in a class A motorhome with a jeep on the back!)
At $1000 each, you would think the freight companies would be a little more careful with them.
Instead, they have bought two of them in the last 2 weeks. Shall we try for number 3?
God-d-mn flippers! Granted this is a capitalist society and there's nothing illegal, but a couple of years ago I bought a used Nissan truck for five grand. As I picked it up, the guy was bragging about how he'd bought it from an old man for $1,500 a couple of days earlier. He and his cousins were monitoring Craigslist and Facebook pretty well 24/7 and sniping the deals as they showed.
Well I'd almost forgotten about that till a couple of days ago. Beautiful early 60s Buick Cutlass for sale. I thought about it for a couple of hours, but when I brought the advert back up, it said sold. The very next day, another guy had it for sale for 4 grand more using the original guys advert, with only the amount changed.
Toyman! said:At $1000 each, you would think the freight companies would be a little more careful with them.
Instead, they have bought two of them in the last 2 weeks. Shall we try for number 3?
Receiving something that isn't damaged in shipping is a rarity nowadays. Their typical answer is well we got it there, duh, that's sort of why you were paid handsomely, to get the product there in one piece. A job I had years ago, we were shipping large stainless steel vats over to the UK. They went over in open top shipping containers and were supposed to be "top freight". On the last shipment, a load of vats were damaged because they tried to load another container on top of it. When I met with the adjuster and expressed my dismay that they were damaged he confessed that I should count myself lucky as top freight stuff frequently ends up in the ocean. Who knew? Good luck, I bet on delivery # 5 having the good one.
In reply to Kreb (Forum Supporter) :
I've been seeing this a lot lately and it frustrates me
3 days in a row, people have berkeleyed with me on my way to work. Running me off the road, cutting me off at mergers.
I drive an 8,000 truck. I drive pretty laid back. I like to speed a bit, but I don't get E36 M3ty, tailgate, jerky lane changes, things like that. I'm not aggressive .
But I'm about to.
Appleseed said:3 days in a row, people have berkeleyed with me on my way to work. Running me off the road, cutting me off at mergers.
I drive an 8,000 truck. I drive pretty laid back. I like to speed a bit, but I don't get E36 M3ty, tailgate, jerky lane changes, things like that. I'm not aggressive .
But I'm about to.
Every. berkeleying. Day.
Wound up sliding down the berm today in Charlotte because of those inconsiderate inbred mouth breathing motherberkeleyers.
In reply to Recon1342 :
I need to share a story about my dad.
A few years ago, my mom went into memory care, and I was chasing down any possible financial help for her and my dad. Everyone suggested that we get in contact with the VA because of my dad's service in the Navy. A few years earlier, his pulmonologist sent dad over to the VA because of the asbestos he picked up in the Navy. Let's just say he had a E36 M3ty time getting poked and prodded for a couple of visits, and they sent him back to his pulmonary doc. It was a big waste of time, and something you don't do is waste an 82 year old man's time.
Knowing said background, I get the VA giblet head on the phone and try to get some information. Note, I was prepared, had all the paperwork and knew dad's history inside and out. The giblet head won't talk to me. He insisted that my dad must be on the call, and he wrings up my dad. Giblet head introduced himself and gave a synopsis of dad's service connected benefits: hearing aids, pulmonary specialists,. ...
Dad blew a gasket. He told giblet head that he had bought his own damn hearing aids, had his own lung doctor, wasn't waiting on their bullE36 M3 paper work, and giblet head could shove off. I knew we wouldn't get any help from the VA after that, but I hope it makes someone else feel a little better.
My ankle is killing me. Usually I have a reason for pain like this. But I can't think of anything that I did to bother it.
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