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…so after six weeks and much weeping and wailing I finally passed a kidney stone the size of Boulder, Colorado, this after my urologist decided that I must have a swollen prostate gland, since six weeks had passed and I still couldn’t piss a full stream, after he had assured me that there was no stone, or at least “not one very big,” this conclusion without even looking at a screen, where one of the various CAT’s or MRI’s or X-RAY’s or ultrasound scans must surely be available for viewing—not!
No one told me I had a barely-passable-if-I’m-lucky 10mm stone or I’d probably have nuked the mother in Mexico for $2-3K some 2-3 weeks ago! No, my big city LA urologist talked on the phone to someone somewhere supposedly looking at my scans and ended up concluding something the opposite of what the ER guy had already said, namely: that there were more stones.
But at least there’s a semi-happy ending, and my situation improved rapidly after the monster stone passed, so I cancelled my appointment with the highly recommended Bumrungrad Hospital in Bangkok, but kept my flight to Thailand, albeit with some trepidation and plenty of duct tape and plaster. Did I mention that Thailand is my second home? (More …)