…when I came upon this frightening gem:
Gout produces calculus in the kidney… the patient has frequently to entertain the painful speculation as to whether gout or stone be the worst disease. Sometimes the stone, on passing, kills the patient, without waiting for the gout.
Needless to say, I ended my search there.
I just got off the phone with Deputy Dad. His dad drove him to the urologist today. DD saw his regular doc yesterday, and the doc got him an appointment with the urologist, who is an hour and a half away, but was the closest one who could see DD today. The girls get out of school at 2:00 today (today’s early dismissal begins their Thanksgiving holiday), and Miss Attitude has her pneumonia follow-up appointment with the pediatrician this afternoon in [larger town an hour away, where we go for shopping and pediatrician appointments]; so, even though I felt like I needed to be there with Deputy Dad, I instead stayed in town so I can take care of the kiddos and get Miss Attitude to her doctor appointment. I’m so thankful Father-In-Law was off work today and could drive Deputy Dad to the doctor.
The kidney stone has grown. Saturday’s morning‘s CT scan showed the stone was 5mm. It is now 7mm, and is somehow “hung up” on Deputy Dad’s…pelvis? or…muscle? or…something. Anyway, it likely won’t pass on its own.
Deputy Dad is now scheduled for surgical removal of the stone on Friday, December 1st.
And now I’m even more of a nervous wreck than I already was.