For the past month I have been beset with the wonderful experience of a kidney stone attack.
I have come to a couple of conclusions after this experience.
First is that when I asked the Dr. what the results of this attack would have been without medical assistance I was immediately informed that there is no way one can pass a kidney stone of 8mm diameter. My kidneys would have backed up, infection would have set in and I would have died a slow agonizing death while doubled over in such pain I would not even be able to scream effectively.
Some things just don't have a herbal remedy.
The other thing I have discovered is that I would not make a good drug addict.
They gave me "the good stuff", this being a known painful experience and me being required to spend some time waiting for a slot for "the procedure" to take place. I was given one of the pain killers that people shoot each other to acquire, to control the pain while I waited.
I have worn a beard for the past 30 years and have had a mustache since 1974. I woke one morning two weeks ago to find both gone! I had shaved them off after taking "the meds", at some point, and for some reason, I do not remember.
At any rate, two weeks ago they used a laser to break up the stones and fished them out of the center of my kidney. Don't ask how they did that, I don't want to talk about it and you don't want to know!
They also put a stent between my kidney and bladder at that time and they had to go in and retrieve that a week latter.
At any rate "I am much better now". The body is working as required, the pain is generally gone and I am no longer peeing blood.
It was brought to my attention that my grandmother died of this same malady back in 1937, in the middle of the Great Depression, at the age of 35. That was before lasers were anything but a dream in Tesala's mind, penicillin was still in the developmental stages, "non-surgical" removal of pulverized kidney stones was on no ones to-do list. What we consider a treatable kidney problem would kill you back then.
My mother watched her mother die at age 12, and the experience left a lifelong mark on her that also marked my own childhood.
For me it was a painful ordeal, but not a death sentence. In a natural or man made long term emergency it would have been exactly that. Some things you are simply not going to cure with a weed from the hedge row.
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