I had an attack years ago and an ambulance had to come to my house, I tried to walk out, got outside, leaned against the wall of the garage and started dry heaving and then they carted me away. On the way to the hospital, I had 2 shots of morhpine and another one that I forget what its called, it was only after the second shot of morphine as we arrived that the pain eased up a little.
I had to have this machine send sonic waves through my back to crush the stone, leaving me bruised, feeling like I got hit by a baseball bat. Next I had to see a Urologist, and I go into the room and this hot young hispanic nurse grabbed my junk and injected novacane/lanacane or some clear gel pain killer into it, then the doctor came in to run a coat hanger like wire up into my gut to clear everything out, not fun.
Then I pissed blood for two weeks
