Just got home after spending the entire night w/ my brother-in-law in the emergency room. Man. I'm not sure if I've ever seen someone in that much pain, and this dude is tough as nails.
We got a call from him around 6 pm and could barely make out his words between the moans. He was with his 2 daughters at his lake house (about 40 minutes outside of Rochester) and his wife was out of town, no neighbors, so he needed us out there asap. On my way there I finally convinced him to call 911 while we were on the phone. An ambulance took him to the hospital and a police officer waited with the girls for Melissa and I to arrive. When we did, she stayed with the kids and I went to the hospital.
When I got there the guy was a mess. Now this is a guy who's worked 12 hours a day outside all year round his entire life. He's been mangled by machines, electrocuted, you name it. But here he was barely able to speak and wailing in agony. They gave him a hefty dose of morphine, but it did absolutely nothing.
Finally, after hours of writhing and vomiting in a hospital bed, the pain started to subside. A doctor came in and explained what had caused this man's torture. It was a 6 mm kidney stone passing through 3 separate blockages. I had no idea it could be that painful.
All I can think now, selfish as it may be, is... s&%^, hope that never happens to me.