Cranberry juice laced with lemon juice is even better (tastes pretty good too).
I like my cranberry juice with Peach Schnapps.
The schnapps might not do anything to help dissolve and pass the stone, but I guess if you drank enough of it, you wouldn't care.
owie,owie,owie....my sympathies . My 42 yr old son just had a bout with that and he called me cryin like a 3 yr old....
Well, my friend, the worst is over till the next one. At least it will never go through the iterations common to most most new-borns, and will never become a thankless, irresponsible teenager.
I've birthed three stones...nothing much over 1/4 inch...like little meteorites or oversize ragweed pollen with sharp little claws sticking out all over. No squawking from it when born, either, but plenty from me while in the ureter, where they decided to tarry for several weeks...no twins...a few years between. The docs I saw had no trouble diagnosing, or locating my "offspring en route", and I had injections for x-ray visibility twice a week until it got to my bladder. After that, I had this little strainer to catch it when it was born.
Man! Was I some proud! It wasn't much, but it was mine, and I'll love it forever and ever!! All three, in fact. They've been a whole lot less trouble than the babies my wife and I brought into this world...less rewarding too.
OMG. that manmade meteorite was bigger than our first kid. Hurt like hell plopping him out. I can't imagine. Don't want to imagine.
And your kid didn't have sharp edges (I hope.)
You bet I named them! Snap, Crackle & Pop after the Rice Krispy guys! It seemed appropiate at the time. I think they were bisexual, but couldn't say for sure...not with all the craters and spikes they came equipped with.
They say, Ramblin, that passing a kidney stone hurts worse than having a baby. My wife agrees, having birthed babies and kidney stones. Course, I can only speak for my precious li'l stones. That was a painful ordeal that found me in a horizontal position on the floor, clawing at the rug as I tried to escape the inescapable agony, clothing soaked with cold sweat, moaning and groaning like I was dying. (I thought I was, and rather hoped I would die...just to get it over with.) With babies there's some expectancy, foreknowledge, kicks and wiggles. Not so with stones. They attack without warning!!
I suffered for those babies. I can't imagine Frank managing a six pounder. That blows my mind!!!
Are kidney stones like fish? They get bigger and longer as you talk about them?
