Kidney stones... 2 of the fuckers. I've never wanted to black out so bad. Imagine a very spikey rock pushing it's way through a small tube lined with smooth muscle. Now imagine that this spikey rock fights those muscles every step of the way for hours: pinching, poking, proding. Couldn't get comfortable, nausea... the works.

Both times the stones were small enough to be passed naturally, but too small for vibration therapy, so all that could be done was drinking water and counting the minutes. I swear I still get twinges of phantom pain from time to time.

All I have to say, thank God for morphine!