Kidney Stone Pain Quotes

I too love everything that flows: rivers, sewers, lava, semen, blood, bile, words, sentences. I love the amniotic fluid when it spills out of the bag. I love the kidney with it’s painful gall-stones, it’s gravel and what-not; I love the urine that pours out scalding and the clap that runs endlessly; I love the words of hysterics and the sentences that flow on like dysentery and mirror all the sick images of the soul...

It just seems to me there’s enough pain in the world—and not nearly enough pleasure. I guess once you’ve had enough kidney stones, hot candle wax on the nipples seems less appealing.

A panic attack is interesting the way a broken leg or a kidney stone is interesting—a pain that you want to end.

Unrequited love is no more or less than a kidney stone. The size of a grain of sand, a pea, a marble or a golf ball -- a crystallized chemical substance likely to cause a sharp, indeed unbearable, pain. But which always goes in the end.

It's one of the greatest mistakes of cultivated people to take it as given that because they have sophisticated minds they also have sophisticated emotions. But what kind of soul feels sophisticated hatred or sophisticated grief, for, say, a murdered child? Is the broken heart of the educated and refined person different from that of the savage? Why not say that the enlightened and knowledgeable feel the pain of childbirth, or the kidney stone, in a different way to unpolished commoner or chav? Intelligence has many shades, but rage is the same color everywhere. Humiliation tastes the same to everyone.

Kidney Stones Eating a plant-based diet to alkalinize your urine may also help prevent and treat kidney stones—those hard mineral deposits that can form in your kidneys when the concentration of certain stone-forming substances in your urine becomes so high they start to crystallize. Eventually, these crystals can grow into pebble-sized rocks that block the flow of urine, causing severe pain that tends to radiate from one side of the lower back toward the groin. Kidney stones can pass naturally (and often painfully), but some become so large that they have to be removed surgically.

I love everything that flows,’ said the great blind Milton of our times. I was thinking of him this morning when I awoke with a great bloody shout of joy: I was thinking of his rivers and trees and all that world of night which he is exploring. Yes, I said to myself, I too love everything that flows: rivers, sewers, lava, semen, blood, bile, words, sentences. I love the amniotic fluid when it spills out of the bag. I love the kidney with it’s painful gall-stones, its gravel and what-not; I love the urine that pours out scalding and the clap that runs endlessly; I love the words of hysterics and the sentences that flow on like dysentery and mirror all the sick images of the soul...

Everyone has had that inkling, right? Like for some reason you are just not meant to pair. And on your good days, you think, hey, it’s because my heart is too big to get through anyone’s tunnel. And on your bad days, you think it’s because my heart is this tiny petrified piece of shit and it passes through other people like a kidney stone. Like it’s either nothing or it causes excruciating pain.” “Zach,

It is terrible to disappoint the person you love; if you disappoint the person you love, what hope do you have of doing better with the people you don’t? So I tried harder to find a better way of dying for my son. My life, after all, had recently been emptied by death. My father. My mother. But I didn’t think a child could die of a heart attack. And it seemed too implausible that another family member would be struck by a train, even though I was on one. Meanwhile, my aunt was growing impatient. She was fiddling with the strap of her purse, fiddled with her glasses, her purse strap, and I felt an urgent need to please her and also a strong sense that I would fail to do what I urgently needed to do. “Kidney stones!” I finally blurted out, and my aunt smiled. “Rarely fatal,” she said, nodding, “and almost never in children unless left untreated for a long time. Pain. Neglect. Shame. Bewilderment. Denial. Death. Kidney stones. Very good, Calvin.

In a cruel irony, both Newton and Leibniz, the pioneers of calculus, died in excruciating pain while suffering from calculi—a bladder stone for Newton, a kidney stone for Leibniz.

Instead, I got to spend some quality time at the hospital getting a kidney stone removed. Pete Rouse sent Mark Patterson a note with his condolences: 'Ask Tim which is more painful—the kidney stone or the tax deal briefings.' My ever-protective daughter, Elise, visiting me in the hospital from Stanford, tried to fend off my constant work-related interruptions so I could get some rest. At one point, my lead Secret Service agent poked his head through the door to inform me that POTUS was on the line. ¶ 'Who the fuck is POTUS?' Elise asked with exasperation. ¶ She agreed to let me take the call after we explained the acronyms of the President of the United States.

Those taking 1,000 mg or so of vitamin C a day may have a one-in-three-hundred chance of getting a kidney stone every year, instead of a one-in-six-hundred chance, which is not an insignificant risk, given how painful they can be.

•The next forty-eight hours passed tediously and painfully, like a jagged kidney stone.

I love everything that flows,’ said the great blind Milton of our times. I was thinking of him this morning when I awoke with a great bloody shout of joy: I was thinking of his rivers and trees and all that world of night which he is exploring. Yes, I said to myself, I too love everything that flows: rivers, sewers, lava, semen, blood, bile, words, sentences. I love the amniotic fluid when it spills out of the bag. I love the kidney with it’s painful gall-stones, it’s gravel and what-not; I love the urine that pours out scalding and the clap that runs endlessly; I love the words of hysterics and the sentences that flow on like dysentery and mirror all the sick images of the soul...

a cruel irony, both Newton and Leibniz, the pioneers of calculus, died in excruciating pain while suffering from calculi—a bladder stone for Newton, a kidney stone for Leibniz.

Suddenly, Lily growls at her phone. “Colton told me to use my wide birthing hips to slow the process down until they arrive.” “One day,” Dash says in a tender voice, “he’ll need to pass a kidney stone or something equally painful will happen. That’s when you’ll get your revenge, Lily Bear.

Montaigne was a French courtier who retired from political life in 1571 to sit in a castle tower and reflect on vanity and happiness, on liars and friendship. While he found comfort in this solitude, pain intruded on his contemplation from time to time, thanks to his kidney stones. One day, Montaigne transformed the stones into grist for an essay. “It is likely I inherited the gravel from my father,” Montaigne guessed, “for he died sadly afflicted by a large stone in the bladder.” Yet Montaigne had no idea how one could inherit a disease, as opposed to a crown or a farm. His father had been in perfect health when Montaigne was born, and remained so for another twenty-five years. Only in his late sixties did his kidney stones first appear, and they then tormented him for the last seven years of his life. “While he was still so remote from the disease, how could the light trifle of his substance out of which he built me convey so deep an impress?” Montaigne wondered. “Where could the propensity have been brooding all this while?” Simply musing in this way was a visionary act. No one in Montaigne’s day thought of traits as being distinct things that could travel down through generations. People did not reproduce; they were engendered. Life unfolded as reliably as the rising of bread or the fermenting of wine. Montaigne’s doctors did not picture a propensity lurking in parents and then being reproduced in their children. A trait could not disappear and be rediscovered, like a hidden letter. Doctors did sometimes observe certain diseases that were common in certain families. But they didn’t think very much about why that was so. Many simply turned to the Bible for guidance, citing the passage telling of God “visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children unto the third and fourth generation.