Okay, this story broke loose for some reason after reading through the comment section of a different post.

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Little back story, I had a kidney stone is 2012, discovered the agony and pain associated with it. I had that little fucker inside of me for about 75 days. Every time it moved, I thought I was going to die.

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Now, to the story. I am on my final "deployment" to the lovely location of Ali Al Salem, during the summer. So between exercise, caffiene, and a general distrust of drinking water, I am now nursing a new kidney stone (If you ever experience one, you know in the future) So I went to the on base "ER" to get seen. Honestly, all I needed was something to stop the nausea and pain for a few minutes, and then I would be good (there is an amazing med that is normally used for nausea that for some reason alleviates kidney stone pain, I think it is called finnergan or something like that)

So I get seen, and taken back to this room with beds, that little did I know would shortly become a torture chamber, and given an IV for fluids. a few minutes later, the Major who would be providing mt "Care" came back to see me. I am not sure he ever read that oath thing they are supposed to take, because what happened next was NOT in line with that rule.

He proceeds to tell me he has a very special way to deal with kidney stones (common problem in the desert, everyone jumping on the big gains bandwagon and taking supplements they dont need, etc) so he is going to give me a "fast" bolus, and the influx of fluid should build up pressure and just shoot that pesky stone right through me, lickety split. Okay cool, I assume you will give me some sort of pain med to help right? OH NO. This motherfu.....errr doctor proceeds to put a blood pressure cuff looking thing around the bag, crank it to about 900 PSI, and turns me into a saline party favor.

Now, I can only describe a bit of the next 2 1/2 hours of my life. I have never been in as much pain as I was then. As the fluid was working, it was moving that sharp demonic rock through my sensitive insides, ripping and tearing at high speed. At one point I was told afterward my 1sgt stopped by (they had notified him I was there) and he said I was curled up and moaning. I don't ever remember him being there. about 2 hours into it, i finally felt the waves of pain stop, and could breathe.

So even though I could have had a heart attack or stroke or what have you from the pain, any guess what they gave me for a pain med? Yup. Fucking Motrin. After the pain was gone. So yeah, when you see joking stories about motrin, its true. add kidney stones to the list of 800mg motrin cures.