DannyW
Senior Member
As others have said, don't let the pain easing off fool you...the stone is just resting...it will return in full force.
Worst case I ever had was on a horseback bowhunting trip for elk in 1998. We were 5-6 miles off the road in the San Juan mountains between Durango and Silverton Colorado. My guide had to leave for a personal emergency one day and left me in the care of the wrangler/cook. I took off on foot and hunted the area around camp...by myself.
Mid-morning I discovered the cap had come off my water bottle and emptied into my day pack. No worries...I was having a blast chasing the deer and elk. Maybe the most fun I have ever had on a single day hunt. Little did I know what was coming up.
Got back to camp, rehydrated, and had dinner. Meanwhile the wrangler was getting drunk as a skunk. I went to bed early but woke up a couple hours later with an excruiating pain I knew all too well. I couldn't rouse the wrangler, he was passed out drunk, but managed to get the keys to his truck parked at the trailhead.
I then proceeded to walk out to the trailhead. I was stumbling, half crawling down the trail cutting off every switchback. About 3 hours later I staggered to the truck and drove into Silverton at 3:00 am. There were no medical facilities or doctors there, just a paramedic at the fire station, but the pain had finally eased off.
Next morning I drove to Durango to get proper medical attention (read: pain pills). I spent a restless day in Durango with the pain coming and going. I managed to get a flight the next morning back to Atlanta and saw my urologist. He immediately did a lithotripsy to remove the stone...by that time it had been 3 days of blockage and he was afraid of infection.
Fun times..
Worst case I ever had was on a horseback bowhunting trip for elk in 1998. We were 5-6 miles off the road in the San Juan mountains between Durango and Silverton Colorado. My guide had to leave for a personal emergency one day and left me in the care of the wrangler/cook. I took off on foot and hunted the area around camp...by myself.
Mid-morning I discovered the cap had come off my water bottle and emptied into my day pack. No worries...I was having a blast chasing the deer and elk. Maybe the most fun I have ever had on a single day hunt. Little did I know what was coming up.
Got back to camp, rehydrated, and had dinner. Meanwhile the wrangler was getting drunk as a skunk. I went to bed early but woke up a couple hours later with an excruiating pain I knew all too well. I couldn't rouse the wrangler, he was passed out drunk, but managed to get the keys to his truck parked at the trailhead.
I then proceeded to walk out to the trailhead. I was stumbling, half crawling down the trail cutting off every switchback. About 3 hours later I staggered to the truck and drove into Silverton at 3:00 am. There were no medical facilities or doctors there, just a paramedic at the fire station, but the pain had finally eased off.
Next morning I drove to Durango to get proper medical attention (read: pain pills). I spent a restless day in Durango with the pain coming and going. I managed to get a flight the next morning back to Atlanta and saw my urologist. He immediately did a lithotripsy to remove the stone...by that time it had been 3 days of blockage and he was afraid of infection.
Fun times..
