It's day 14, and I woke up at 3am in pain. Been up since, and I'm considering going to the ER.
But first here's some backstory.
On the morning of the 13th I got a deep tissue massage. It was my first massage ever, and parts of it hurt like hell, but afterward I felt great.
Then I went to a beer tasting event at a local liquor store, tried some great brews, and interviewed some cool people.
The rest of the day was uneventful. Did some writing. Answered some email. Went to bed at 11pm.
My kidney woke me in. My right one.
Over a decade ago, I awoke in the middle of a dream, thinking that someone had stabbed me in the back. But waking up didn't make the pain go away. I knew about kidney stones because my father had them, and he described it as the worst pain ever.
Dad was right. I've had a root canal. I broke my leg. I've gotten kicked in the junk. But my kidney stone took the gold medal in the pain Olympics.
Because I knew what it was, I knew there was really nothing I could do about it. Doctors don't give you a magic pill to make kidney stones go away. I had to pass it on my own.
These were also my salad days, and we were poor. I didn't have medical insurance, and a $2500 trip to the ER would have hurt us badly.
So I toughed it out.
After four hours, I began vomiting. Not because I was sick to my stomach, but because it hurt so much.
After eight hours, I was curled up in a fetal position on the bathroom floor, weeping.
After nine hours I finally went to the ER... and was stuck in the waiting room for two more hours.
When the doctor finally saw me and hooked me up with morphine, I had a CT and my kidney stone was confirmed. I was also told I had several others in the same kidney.
So when I woke up this morning, I recognized the pain. Right now it's about a 4 out of 10 (my previous stone was 11 out of 10.) I've been drinking glass after glass of water, but the pain isn't going away. It's strong enough that I can't get back to sleep. My pee looks like weak brewed iced tea.
Earlier this week, my blood work revealed high uric acid levels in my blood. That troubled me, because some kidney stones are made of uric acid.
Kidney stones suck. And I now have health insurance. But for the moment the pain is manageable. No fever, no chills, no vomiting.
Now, contrary to what many may think, I'm not a complete idiot. No diet is worth having another kidney stone.
But so far the pain isn't nearly as bad as the pain from years ago. And this could be just a coincidence that I'm having kidney pain now. After all, I was told there were more stones in there. So this diet may have nothing to do with it.
That seems to be stretch credulity, though.
I've been putting up with the pain for five hours. My wife wants to take me to the hospital. But if I go, that's pretty much the end of the Beer Diet. I promised her that she can end the diet any time if she thinks I'm hurting myself.
That said, I've lost 18 pounds so far, and I'm a man who finishes what he starts. I really want to do the whole 30 days.
I'll blog later today when I figure out what I'm going to do.