#see your doctor if you think you have symptoms of a kidney stone

[bekandrew]

I'm a visibly queer trans guy and so not always read as a man, especially in the covid times where masks hide most of my facial hair. If I'm read as a woman at a doctor's office, or worse, read as some disgusting third "other" category that performs neither masculinity nor femininity properly, I'm not believed.

At best.

My pains are all drug-seeking behavior suddenly despite having chronic painful conditions which I don't take any narcotics for (and know better than to ask - at least for migraines, narcotics won't actually help anyway, for others it's easier to not get used to them and have to come off). They'll run drug tests over and over because of course that's my problem, that's the only reason I could possibly be there.

And then when it comes up clean, it's psychiatric, or I'm "malingering," or exaggerating. I've even been mocked for having been wrong about a test when trying to describe what was going on.

Motherfucker, if I was a doctor, do you think I'd be begging at your feet for help?

In April, I had a dental infection that wasn't going away. I'd had the infection for months but hadn't popped a fever the entire time - I almost never have a fever when I'm sick. My PCP had been giving me antibiotics to try because I couldn't get in to see a dentist sooner. I had an appointment coming up, in a couple more months' time. It's the best that I could do on the low-income track. I was also having increasing debilitating body pains that resembled kidney stones/kidney infection pains.

I ran out of antibiotics and thought it should be gone away. But a couple days later, I popped a fever and chills for the first time. It was very low-grade but given the circumstances, I knew this was BAD FUCKING NEWS(TM). But figured I'd call my normal, safe doctor ASAP. I'd taken some Tylenol for the increasing pain, unfortunately, and after an uncharacteristic moment of confusion, my wife took me to the ER. Tylenol brought down my fever when I came in, so no one believed me, even when hours later when I was seen, I was chalky pale and shivering. They treated me as drug-seeking even as I desperately insisted the infection was spreading. They couldn't FIND any infection at a glance, and my documents said "F", and I looked like a freak, you see.

Except the blood test showed a large infection brewing in the ineffective early skirmish-fighting stages. But that didn't matter. I got sent home after 12 hours in the ER with no medicine, no help, no sleep. Less than 24 hours later I had a fever a hair under 103. I didn't go to the ER again because I was afraid I wouldn't be believed. I continued to get worse for the better part of a week because I was waiting for my safe doctor to be available. I could barely leave bed and walk around from what turned out to be infection in my legs. My cognition was declining. The fever wasn't going down and I was sweating buckets. I was barely eating, everything hurt. I finally (barely) dragged myself to an urgent care that didn't know me to have them check me over so I'd know if the symptoms were in my head or not.

I couldn't make it through the appointment because my cognition was so bad. I couldn't follow conversations anymore. They had to call my wife and after further explanation from my wife and examinations, the urgent care doc referred us to the ER and let the ER know we were coming and why.

When you go to the ER and are rushed back almost immediately after vital check, you should worry. Several of the same people saw me the second time, besides the doctor. I got a nicer doctor. But I also don't remember much because I kept spacing out. I ended up in the hospital for a week with sepsis.

The sepsis killed off so many red blood cells that the only reason I didn't need a transfusion was because I literally have extra from being on testosterone beforehand. They aren't disfiguring, exactly, but I now have scars from places infection spread into my skin. I'm in physical therapy to recover from muscle atrophy.

So much of this could have been avoided if I'd been believed. If I'd not been shrugged off because of gender/anti-queer bias.

onion not even doing satire at this point

[drjayeshmital]

Urologist Near Me: Finding the Right Specialist for Your Health

When it comes to your health, especially issues related to the urinary system or male reproductive organs, finding a urologist near you is crucial. Urologists are medical specialists who diagnose and treat conditions related to the kidneys, bladder, ureters, urethra, and male reproductive organs. Whether it’s a urinary tract infection (UTI), kidney stones, or erectile dysfunction, a urologist can provide the care you need.

What Does a Urologist Do?

Urologists treat a wide range of conditions, including:

Urinary tract infections (UTIs)

Kidney stones

Bladder issues like incontinence or overactive bladder

Prostate issues such as benign prostatic hyperplasia (BPH) and prostate cancer

Male infertility and erectile dysfunction

Testicular cancer, penile conditions, and other male reproductive health concerns

Pediatric urology, addressing issues like undescended testicles or hernias

They also manage complications resulting from surgery or trauma affecting the urinary or reproductive systems.

When Should You See a Urologist?

If you experience any of the following symptoms, it may be time to consult a urologist:

Pain or burning during urination

Blood in the urine

Difficulty urinating or changes in urinary frequency

Lower back, pelvic, or abdominal pain

Erectile dysfunction or sexual health issues

Persistent, recurring urinary tract infections

Infertility concerns

Ignoring these symptoms can lead to more severe health complications, so seeking prompt medical advice is essential for maintaining good health.

How to Find a Urologist Near Me

Finding a trusted urologist near you is easier than you might think. Here’s a step-by-step guide:

Online Search Start by searching for “urologist near me” or “urologist in [your city].” This will give you a list of specialists in your area. Be sure to read reviews from previous patients to get an idea of their experience with the doctor. Many review sites, like Healthgrades or Zocdoc, can help you find top-rated urologists and see their appointment availability.

Ask for a Referral Your primary care physician (PCP) can be a great resource for recommendations. If your PCP has already assessed your symptoms and thinks you should see a urologist, they can refer you to someone who is highly skilled in the specific area you need.

Check Your Health Insurance Network Before making an appointment, ensure the urologist is covered under your insurance plan. This can help you avoid unexpected medical expenses. Most insurance companies have online directories where you can search for in-network urologists.

Verify Credentials Ensure the urologist is board-certified, which means they have met the necessary training and testing requirements in their specialty. You can typically verify credentials through state medical boards or online directories.

Consider Location and Accessibility While it’s important to find a reputable urologist, consider their office location, appointment availability, and ease of access. If you need frequent visits, choosing someone nearby can make the process more convenient.

What to Expect During Your Visit

When you visit a urologist, they’ll likely begin by discussing your symptoms and medical history. A physical exam may follow, which could include an abdominal or pelvic examination. Depending on your condition, the urologist may recommend tests such as a urinalysis, ultrasound, or other imaging studies to understand the root of your symptoms.

Conclusion

If you’re experiencing urinary or reproductive health concerns, finding the right urologist near you is essential. With the right specialist, you can get the diagnosis and treatment you need to address your health issues and improve your quality of life. Don’t wait — reach out to a urologist today to begin your journey to better health.

[yourgamemasterthewhiterabbit]

One of the things about all this kidney bullshit is that I think I need to make some long term changes.

I think the fact that I have such a clean diet and can't normally make use of otc medications has been masking that my kidneys have been slow or struggling a bit for a while, at least on and off, or that they are a preferred target for my immune system now. It's also possible having low atp levels has made it so slightly elevated phosphorus levels aren't showing on blood tests.

Even if a high phosphorus drink makes me feel like I have more energy short term, if it bogs down my kidneys over time, it's not actually healthy. I need to figure out what the balance is.

I also keep suspecting I get kidney stones -I have had some similar symptoms to my mother who is diagnosed with them- but I wasn't able to get someone to scan me for them before my doctor gave me that breakup call, so I should probably figure out what level of things in my diet will keep my uric acid levels high enough to help prevent mineral build-ups and what level will lead to gout.

Alcohol has never affected my liver much, I don't drink enough for that, but I might have to watch the impact it could have on my kidneys.

I still need to eat a lot of animal fats, proteins and fiber for my liver, but maybe I should be watching how much of it is high amounts of pork fat, for instance. Maybe being borderline jaundiced is okay for me most of the time if I live alone and won't be subjected to huge episodes of surprise stress all the time. Having high bilirubin levels -to a reasonable extent- can have a lot of health benefits, and maybe I don't want my liver using fats to avoid processing things when it doesn't have to. Gilbert's does make you prone to non-alcoholic fatty liver disease, and maybe I want to avoid that too.

I wasn't finding ways to have big juicy steaks often before, and I have started having steak again more recently, and I don't think it caused the problem, but maybe I don't get to make regular steaks one of my chosen expenses? Or maybe I do if I avoid enough other things.

I need to try to identify more vegetables and fruit I can eat without them making me sick.

I'm going to try to see if I can tolerate really watered down coffee again. I'm going to try to make sure I am remembering melatonin at night even when it doesn't particularly help me sleep because it also helps protect your organs from damage, even your kidneys, and I am going to try to figure out what dosage of magnesium keeps the blood mineral levels stable without making my heart feel bad or making my blood pressure too low.

And I am going to remember not to have any fucking multivitamins or more than an occasional bowl of breakfast cereal. FJKSEFSRGH

Because I am pretty sure the main culprit here each time started with an autoimmune attack from corona exposure and enabling my immune system with ammo.

I also need to find a new doctor closer to me. I can't believe I only got that doctor in 2018, that's yesterday and a lifetime ago! But one that lives closer and is maybe known for being trans friendly might be nice... I just am not finding anyone online. I could just start regularly using a preferred walk-in clinic, but there's no expectation with that for doctors to know my medical history or to track my health over time. IDK what good a regular doctor does if the most useful thing they do is just run the tests I ask for and write referrals, but whatever.

[mghospital]

Kidney Infection (Pyelonephritis) Symptoms, Causes, and Treatment | Mahathma Gandhi Hospital

Kidney health is everything when it is to maintaining a quality life. In this world of Kidney Month, Mahathma Gandhi Super Speciality Hospitals raises concern over the kidney-related issues that are to be sorted and the various supplements that are to be taken to eradicate issues. Get to understand and have good health all along.

Pyelonephritis (Kidney or renal infection) is a type of urinary tract infection (UTI).

Your urinary tract consists of kidneys, ureters, bladder, and urethra. If any of these parts of your urinary tract is infected, you will get a urinary tract infection. When the bacteria travel up your Ureter and infect one or both kidneys, you will get a kidney infection. Untreated urinary tract and kidney infections can cause life-threatening consequences.

Symptoms of Kidney Infection

Untreated lower urinary tract infections can lead to kidney infections. Some of the symptoms you may experience are- back pain, fever, chills or shivering, nausea or vomiting, pain in the side and groin., pain and burning sensation when urinating, pain in the lower abdomen, inability to completely empty the bladder, frequent urination, foul-smelling urine, cloudy urine or blood in the urine.

Symptoms will be similar in both men and women. However, women are more prone to kidney infections compared to men. Even pregnant women are also more likely to develop a urinary tract infection or a kidney infection.

Causes of Kidney infection

A urinary tract infection mostly occurs when bacteria enter the urethra and then multiply and infect the bladder. In some cases, a bladder infection can spread to the ureter and then to the kidneys, causing kidney infection.

The risk factors for kidney infection include diabetes, pregnancy, kidney stones, untreated lower urinary tract infection, having a urinary catheter, and a weak immune system

Kidney infection (pyelonephritis) Treatment

Based on the severity of the infection, the doctor makes a decision on whether you would need Inpatient or Outpatient treatment.

The usual course of treatment for a kidney infection is antibiotics, either in tablet form or injection form. The duration of treatment can vary from 7-14 days depending on the severity of the infection

Your doctor prescribes the antibiotics based on the urine cultures.

If you have a urinary tract infection, you should see a specialist doctor and get it treated early. Don’t delay in seeking treatment even if you think that the symptoms are mild as there is a risk of causing damage to your kidneys.

In many untreated cases of kidney infection, the potential risk of kidney damage and kidney failure is very high. In addition, kidney infection has the potential to spread into the bloodstream and can be life-threatening.

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[blazehedgehog]

I hope you are recovering from the kidney stones well, and sorry to hear about the pain you suffered! What lead up to it?

Kidney stones just happen to some people. There are a variety of causes. Some of them are dietary, some of them are just kind of random. I’m pretty sure in my case, it was a combination of both diet and side effects of a home remedy.

Bad teeth kind of run in the family a little bit. My mom had her first dentures when she was 19. I will probably need dentures at some point in my life (and maybe soon, the way things in there feel sometimes). Because of the history of bad teeth, my Mom let me know of an old home remedy for toothaches: Vitamin C. Most toothaches are some form of an infection, and Vitamin C boosts your immune system, so if you bulk up on it, you can let your body’s natural defenses take care of the toothache without having to see a dentist for antibiotics.

This comes from a dentist my Mom visited in the 70′s or 80′s, who prescribed her 22,000mg of Vitamin C per day for a tooth infection. Over my years of having occasional toothaches, I’d usually take maybe a quarter of that, but a few years ago I ended up hitting the 22,000mg number because I had a particularly bad toothache that just wouldn’t go away, and at the time, we just couldn’t afford to go to a dentist.

The toothache eventually subsided but I didn’t like taking so much Vitamin C (for one thing, that much started giving me an upset tummy). My Mom assured me there were no side effects, and that it was impossible to overdose on it. I was skeptical.

So I looked in to it. Turns out, there was ONE side effect of taking excessive amounts of Vitamin C: an increased risk of kidney stones, as I guess the excess minerals in the vitamin tablets can coalesce in to a stone. So for years, I always had that hanging over my head, knowing that probably some day, that would be a problem I’d have to deal with.

As for what it felt like, well, I’ll hide that behind a “read more” tag for people who are squeamish.

To be perfectly honest with you, this is actually the second kidney stone I’ve passed – the first one was right after New Years 2017. I didn’t tell anyone on the internet about this (that I can remember), it was something I largely kept to myself because I was embarrassed.

I think it was around January 3rd that I woke up, went to the bathroom, and as I was going it kind of burned a little bit. Nothing outrageously painful, but definitely uncomfortable. Obviously I started to panic, but I figured I’d give it 24 hours, see if it kept happening, and then decide where to go from there. By the end of the 24 hours (morning #2), I’d made a realization: the pain was moving, slowly, down my urinary tract. Every time I’d go to the bathroom, it would move a little closer to the, uh, “tip.”

Something was in there, and it was going to come out. I knew it had to be a kidney stone. I’d known from looking up kidney stones from Vitamin C that there’s not really a way to “treat” stones. Most doctors prescribe painkillers to manage the pain and you just have to pass it on your own. Only in extreme cases with urinary tract blockages (read: you can’t pee) are more invasive treatment options considered, like ultrasound to blast the stone in to dust, or surgery to physically remove it.

So I started guzzling water in an effort to push the thing out. By the morning of the third day, it felt like it was right there, like I should be able to physically see it if I looked. Were kidney stones big enough to see with the naked eye? To be honest, I didn’t know. But I kept guzzling water and sure enough, right before bed that night, I got a split second of VERY intense pain, and then it vanished. I didn’t see anything drop in to the toilet bowl, so I figured that, no, I guess maybe kidney stones were just too small to see with the naked eye. I flushed, went to bed, and that would have been the end of it.

About a week later, I stood up off the toilet from having a “bowel movement” and noticed in the toilet bowl a little strip of pink where my urine had been splashing. Blood, in other words. Welp, there was no avoiding it now, I needed to go see a doctor. Doctor confirmed what I already knew: it was probably a kidney stone, and it probably just tore some stuff up on its way out and that’s what was bleeding. The bleeding should stop within a couple weeks. And it did.

And then it came back. Every 4-8 weeks, I’d stand up from sitting on the toilet to another pink stripe of blood on the bowl. Since the doctor told me that was normal, I tried not to worry about it. The further away from January I got, the less frequent finding blood in the toilet became. I was healing, just slowly. Everything was fine. Probably.

Nine months later, we’ll say around September 2nd (a Saturday), I woke up with an INTENSE burning pain in my back on the left side. It made me feel sick. I didn’t even want to move. The day before, me and my Mom had been going through a storage unit out here in Nevada looking for a specific item that we’d packed that we needed now. I figured I’d thrown my back out. That’s happened to me before. As I sat up, over the next 20-30 minutes, the pain faded away and vanished. Fair enough, maybe it was just a cramp or something. But for the next two days, I felt incredibly nauseous. And, by the end of the second day, not only did I notice another pink strip of blood in the toilet bowl, but something about my urine just did not smell right (in the sense that it did not smell like pee normally smells).

I tried not to think about it, even though I knew what the symptoms meant. It got to be harder to ignore when, every single time I had to sit down for a bathroom visit, I’d stand up to a little bit of blood in the toilet bowl. Every. Single. Time.

Uh oh.

Thursday the 7th rolls around and I’m up late as usual, when, around 3 or 4am, the pain in my back comes back. It grows, slowly, in waves. The pain would peak, and then fall off over a period of 20-30 minutes, only to come back even stronger on the next go around. “This is it.” I thought. I filled a big glass of water and chugged it down, then filled it up again, and made it about halfway through the second glass.

Nothing happened. I mean, literally, nothing happened. I was sloshing around with something like a liter of water in me and nothing was coming back out. It felt like I had to go, but I’d push and I’d push to a couple of droplets. Instead, the pain was getting more intense more quickly. I couldn’t stand up anymore. I rolled around on the floor of my bedroom, and later the floor of the bathroom, as I began sweating bullets from the pain, which was now beginning to move across my side to my bladder. I was in so much pain it was becoming difficult to think clearly. A good example is that it was like the feeling a man gets when they’re kicked in the groin, except it not only never goes away, it just keeps getting more intense over time. I have never in my life felt pain like this.

Finally, 7am rolled around, and I couldn’t take it any longer. I was dying. At the very least, I feared a blockage. I hobbled my way down the hall to where my Mom was staying, and I woke her up. “We’ve got a big problem.”

“Why? What now?” she asked, barely awake.

“I think I need to go to the hospital.”

We hadn’t gotten any of our medical insurance transferred to Nevada yet, so going to the doctor was going to be expensive. But I couldn’t stand it anymore. I explained to her that I hadn’t been able to go to the bathroom for a few hours despite drinking a huge amount of water, and just like that, she began looking up hospitals for me.

The emergency room visit took about six hours. They put me on an IV, gave me some painkillers, did a CAT scan of my abdomen, drew blood and had me pee in a cup (which, perhaps because of the painkillers, had upgraded from a few droplets to a tiny trickle). The doc came in and confirmed: Yep! It’s a kidney stone. Fortunately, not big enough to require surgery – stones up to 5 or 6mm typically pass on their own, and mine was in the 3mm range, and according to the doc, it was “almost out.”

I received a prescription for Percocet (for the pain) and Zofran (for the nausea) and was sent packing, but not without some advice from the nurse:

I was advised to “stay on top” of the pain. I didn’t want to be trapped waiting for my Percocet to take hold with pain that intense. So basically, take regular dosages until the stone passes.

Both Percocet and Zofran would make me tremendously sleepy, so there was a good chance I was going to sleep through a lot of the pain.

The last items they gave me was a funnel with a filter inside of it – I was instructed to pee in to the funnel and catch the stone when it comes out, which I was then meant to take to a urologist for analysis. The other item was the container I was meant to put the stone in (a little plastic jar with a locking lid).

So I went home and I slept. And slept. And slept. Over the next two days, I slept so much that it was starting to get scary. I’d sleep 18 hours a day. I tried to go without my Percocet, but I still couldn’t stay awake. I had no energy. It took me 20 minutes to unfold a camping chair in my bedroom for me to sit in because I kept needing to rest after exerting the smallest amount of movement. And when I’d take a deep breath, there was this kind of aching pain around the periphery of my lungs. After practically falling a sleep mid-sentence telling my Mom about all this (I was nearly in tears, I only remember weakly saying “Something feels wrong and I don’t know what”), she decided it would be a good idea to talk to the hospital. They advised her I should be brought in immediately.

And thinking about it now, if it wasn’t for my Mom in this situation, I might be dead by now.

They diagnosed me with pneumonia. At some point in my drugged up stupor, they figure I must have aspirated (read: almost barfed and then some of that fluid went down the wrong pipe in to my lungs, and since I was so out of it, I never coughed it up). I was put on oxygen, given more CAT scans, more blood drawn, more study. One doctor used the term “septic” to describe what my lungs looked like. They were starting to collapse. So, I spent the weekend in a hospital bed, hooked up to an IV, hooked up to a heart rate monitor, with even more medication. More pain killers, plus now antibiotics, and something called “Flomax” – medication normally reserved for men with prostate problems, it helps open the pipes and increase urine flow strength. In other words, they wanted that kidney stone out of me now.

By Tuesday the 12th, I was allowed to come back home. My pneumonia had cleared up quite a bit, I no longer needed an oxygen mask, and I was clawing at the walls to get out. I still had occasional back pain, but it was subsiding. Still hadn’t passed the stone, but that was irrelevant. I didn’t want to be there anymore.

As I got dressed and prepared to leave, the Doc made one final check in with me to say: “Don’t come back.” When I smiled at him, he smiled back. “I’m serious. I never want to see you in this hospital again.”

Now the prescriptions I was sent home with included more Percocet (for extreme pain), triple strength Ibuprofin (for mild pain, with the instructions that it should be taken with antacid pills), two types of antibiotics (for the pneumonia) and more Flomax (to push the stone out).

By September 14th, I started to notice this red-ish, ashy gravel in the urine filter they gave me. Was that the stone? Had it broken in to a thousand tiny pieces? Over the next few days, as I kept going, I kept peeing out more and more of this ashy stuff. It didn’t hurt, and there was getting to be a lot of it, in big chunks.

I later learned that this is normal in the symptoms of a kidney stone. This ashy stuff was coagulated blood and tissue from the kidney when the stone tore its way out.

Finally, on the afternoon of September 22nd, a BUNCH of the red ashy stuff came out, WAY more than ever before, and right as I felt like I was done peeing, I got a surprise little extra burst of urine at the end and a jolt of pain. Wait? Was that it? Nothing seemed to fall in to the filter, but… maybe that was it?

I dumped the ashy stuff in to the container and thought maybe it was over.

As I sat down, I noticed something felt different. For guys (at least some guys) when you shift around in your seat, your uh, “business” obviously moves around, too. And when that happened to me, I could… physically feel something. Something was in there. In the “final stretch” so to speak. It hadn’t come out yet. It was waiting for one last stream to make the last step of its journey. But every time I moved, I knew it was in there, because I could feel it move around in the “pipe.”

Finally, long about midnight, after a lot of holding it in and being worried about the pain and how much it might hurt to finally get this thing out of me, I just… went.

Plonk!

In to the filter drops what looks sort of like a big, hard, crusty booger. Bigger than a grain of rice, a little bit smaller than a pea. About a quarter of an inch, we’ll say. Compared to what I expected, it looks titanic. Monstrous, even. That was in me? That came out of there? It’s huge! A lot bigger than 3 milometers! (Wait. How big is a milometer?)

And… it didn’t hurt. At all. The jolt of pain I felt earlier in the afternoon must’ve been all there was. The stone finishing its journey, that last little bit of distance, didn’t hurt even a little bit. It basically just fell out right in to the filter.

Depending on how you look at it, this stone either took two weeks or nine and a half months to come out. And who knows! Maybe there’s more hiding in there. I’m also, at least for the next month, probably at an increased risk of kidney infections.

And for all the “oh it didn’t hurt” of that last leg, it really cannot be understated how much “flank” (back) pain I was in for almost a full week. It was literally unbearable.

But it’s over! For now! Hooray!

(Well, except for the pinched nerve the hospital bed gave me that has yet to clear up...)

[beauvibaby]

hospital - m.barzal

requested [] yes [x] no

a/n: so no one requested this, but (prepare for a little rant) the idea came to me while I was thinking of my next dr appointment, as someone who struggles with PCOS, and never see it spoken about especially among young women, I figured I’d write this as a little something to just make myself feel like I made a small difference in normalizing it. This is based on my experience from when I had my first ruptured cyst when I was 16, it was the worst pain I’ve ever felt in my life (and that’s from someone who’s dislocated their shoulder 2x), I could barely stand, and the ultrasound was undoubtedly excruciating, yet I was never really diagnosed until just a couple of months ago, and as frustrating as it is because there really is no treatment for PCOS, I feel better at least knowing that there’s a name for the issues I have, rather than just having them and no definition for it... sorry for the long note hah, I hope you enjoy the fic!

warnings: hospitals, reader pain, mentions of sex (idk if I should warn that but I did anyways)

You finally managed to trudge out of the bedroom, you’d been feeling a little crampy all morning, even though you were still well over a week away from your period, you brushed it off, thinking at the worst you caught a little stomach bug. But it couldn’t be ignored anymore, “Mat?” You squeaked out, barely able to look up long enough to see that he wasn’t there, Tito looked over. “He ran down to the corner store.” He spoke up, glancing over and doing a double take when your hands gripped your side. You hunched over in pain, nearly falling to your knees, “Y/N!” Tito shot up, rushing over to you, he knew you hadn’t felt good, which is why Mat made him stay here while he ran out to get you some stuff. “Call him please.” You whispered, leaning against the wall, blinking away the tears in your eyes, Tito moved you to the couch, apologizing repeatedly every time you winced or groaned. This wasn’t a type of pain you ever felt before, it was sharp, and nauseating. Just as you sat on the couch, finally letting the tears fall, you couldn’t be bothered to feel embarrassed, this was the worst pain you’ve felt of your life thus far, the front door opened and Mat walked in. He took in the sight of Tito kneeling beside you, phone in hand as he was about to call Mat. “Baby, hey, talk to me.” Mat rushed over, dropping the bag on the couch, he took Tito’s spot in front of you. He watched as you shook your head, crying to hard to speak coherently, “she needs to go to the hospital, she could hardly walk.” Tito explained shortly, “come on.” Mat didn’t hesitate to stand, sliding one arm under your shoulders to steady you. He walked slowly, alongside you, a million thoughts and worries going through his head but he didn’t express any of them, knowing you were thinking the same. “You gotta tell me where it hurts, princess.” He whispered as you hid in his chest in the elevator, you placed his hand on your lower left stomach, he rubbed slightly to see if it helped but yanked his hand away when you let out a strangled cry. “I’m sorry.” He rushed, sloppily tying your hair back, knowing you hated when it stuck to your face with tears.

Finally, you got to the emergency room and they took you back almost instantly, saying they needed to make sure it wasn’t appendicitis, which only made you more nervous, although they quickly ruled that out, thankfully, but the next concern was kidney stones. “We want to do a CT scan to check, they’ll be in to take you back shortly.” The doctor, who had zero bedside manner, disappeared the second he was done speaking, you had stopped crying, the pain not really subsiding but it was a mix of adjusting to it, and finally being stuck in one position long enough to not agitate it. “Hey, calm down.” You sighed rolling your head to the side, Mat’s knee was bouncing furiously, his chin resting in his hands. Kidney stones, if that’s what it was, you’d be fine, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t. “Sorry, sorry.” Mat whispered, sliding his chair closer, he leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, “you’ll be alright.” He assured you, hating the pain you were in. “I’d switch places with you if I could baby.” He added, and you chuckled softly at the thought, he raised a brow at you, “why is that so funny?” He retorted, taking advantage of your momentary smile. “Because, you’re so whiny when you get a cold, if you went through this you’d go insane.” You giggled, stopping when it made your side shoot in pain again. Mat’s smile died down as well, pouting softly when you sighed, closing your eyes, only to be interrupted again by the nurse coming in to take you for the scan. Mat spent the whole fifteen minutes you were gone, texting Tito freaking out about how much pain you were in, Tito having to continuously tell him you’d be fine, you were in a hospital after all, they could give you strong pain meds once they figured out what was wrong.

When you returned, Mat helped you sit back on the bed, wiping at the fresh layer of tears on your face. The nurse smiled at you when his back was turned, you got that look a lot, especially from the older ladies when they saw how Mat would tend to you. “The doctor will be in soon to go over the results.” She spoke walking out the door, “that tube is so small.” You mumbled after a short silence, Mat laughed softly, “I know.” He’s had his fair share of scans over the years for injuries, “at least you didn’t have to go head first.” He pointed out and you shivered at the thought, “no way, not ever gonna happen.” You mumbled, you weren’t really claustrophobic, but the thought of being stuck in that tube with your arms forced behind your head made you cringe. “Well hopefully you don’t need anything from the hospital for a long, long time.” He sighed, neither of you liked hospitals, not many people did, but growing up you’d seen your fair share of them and preferred to stay as far away from them as you could.

***

“Good news.” A new doctor walked in, a female doctor, instantly your eyes shot to her badge, OB/GYN sewn into her white coat, you went wide eyed, Mat was too worried about what she was going to say to notice. You had a million thoughts running through your head, even though you knew you weren’t pregnant, they had done a test before the CT scan, but still for a second you panicked. “It’s not kidney stones, but we did find a couple of cysts on your ovaries.” She explained, you let out a sigh of relief before your next concerns started kicking in, Mat shifted awkwardly in his seat, even though you’ve been together for years, he still got a little pink at such topics. She started explaining how they couldn’t really confirm if you had a larger one that ruptured, causing your pain, but she was pretty confident based on your symptoms, then she started asking some questions, to which you could tell Mat was tuning out. But then one in particular made his eyes shoot over to you when you took longer to answer, “any pain or discomfort during intercourse?” She looked up from her clipboard when you didn’t answer immediately, her eyes darted between you and Mat, your cheeks a little pink as you gave her a look, that silently answered her question. “Not pain, but discomfort definitely.” You admitted making Mat go wide eyed, he staid silent until the doctor left, telling you that she’d be back with discharge papers soon. “Y/N.” He started, you looked down to your hands in your lap, picking at your nail polish. “Why didn’t you tell me? Jesus, how long has this been going on? Did I hurt you?” He rushed his questions together, you felt even worse for not telling him how, but you didn’t think much of it, thinking it was just an odd phase your body was going through. He felt terrible, suddenly feeling like he was forcing you to have sex, even though it didn’t feel right. “I didn’t want to say anything, it’s not your fault, I just knew you’d be worried.” You whispered, it was a stupid excuse but it was true. “Of course I would be worried! Do you really think I’d be so selfish about my own needs? How long?” He stood, getting a little wigged out over the sudden revelation, you looked away, only making him more stressed. “Like a month and a half?” You whispered, he froze, mid pace. “A month and a half?!” He whisper shouted, being mindful of the fact you were in a hospital. “I’m sorry.” You sighed, looking at him with apologetic eyes, he shook his head softly, sitting back down in the chair when he heard the doctor coming back in. She went over a few quick instructions, the usual if it gets worse or you get a fever come back, but she told you to schedule a follow up with your gynecologist, which you assured her, and Mat that you would do. The doctor could sense the tension, she looked over to Mat. “Don’t be so hard on yourself, plenty of women go through this and don’t say anything to their partners.” Her words visibly eased his shoulders, although in his mind he was still reeling in the fact that you wouldn’t say anything, especially for that long, he’d thought of all the times you’d been intimate and felt worried that he had caused you any discomfort.

The short trip back to the apartment was silent, he had his hand glued to yours the whole time though, which told you he wasn’t mad, but you still felt guilty, it was stupid, childish to not say anything. His phone rang as you walked into the apartment, he dropped your hand, you glanced back. “Go ahead, I’m going to shower.” You whispered, smiling softly, you really did need a shower, especially after sitting in the hospital all afternoon, it made you feel dirty.

“Hello?” Mat answered the phone, softly shutting the door behind him, he heard the water turn on in the bathroom, “hey, I just wanted to see how you guys were.” Tito spoke, oblivious to the bomb he had just stepped on. Mat couldn’t help but scoff, “let’s just say she was having issues and didn’t tell me, and I was possibly making it worse.” He explained without divulging any too personal information. “I’m sure she didn’t tell you for good reasons.” Tito responded, as best as he could without knowing the whole situation, “you sound like her.” Mat grumbled, earning a chuckle from his friend. “She knows how worked up you get, and with the season starting back up soon she probably didn’t want to distract you.” He assured him, “I get that, but I’m her boyfriend, she’s supposed to tell me these things, if this had happened during the season I would’ve been more distracted.” Mat rambled, Tito being the voice of reason for him. “Dude, you just have to calm down, it’s over now, don’t be a jerk, I’m sure she’s beating herself up for it now. The last thing she needs is you making her feel worse.” And with that Mat came to his senses, muttering a quick goodbye before going to the bathroom to check on you. He knocked softly on the door, making his presence known before he tried turning the knob, he furrowed his brows together when he realized it was locked. He couldn’t think of a time in your relationship where it had ever been locked. “Y/N?” He called, knocking again, he heard you gasp softly, scrambling around in the bathroom. “Almost done.” You called out, rushing to wash the conditioner out of your hair as you begged the tears to stop.

You wrapped a towel around yourself and looked in the mirror, grimacing at the puffy face staring back at you, it was no use trying to hide it, the knob jiggled again. “Baby, are you okay?” He had concern lacing his voice, you nodded, more for yourself, clearly since he couldn’t see you. “Yeah.” You mumbled, unlocking the door, he opened it immediately, the steam from your shower flowing out of the room. “What’s wrong?” He mumbled cupping your face, eyes searching yours for any pain, “you’re mad at me.” You spoke sheepishly, he shook his head. “Baby, I’m not mad, I was just shocked you didn’t tell me.” Mat assured you, feeling guilty for letting you think he was actually mad. “I guess I understand why you didn’t tell me, but you should’ve, you could’ve gone to the doctor earlier and maybe this wouldn’t have happened, I just feel bad for causing you pain.” He explained, lips landing softly on your forehead. Your gripped him a little tighter at the action. “I know, it was stupid, I’m sorry.” You sighed, he nodded, giving you a quick kiss. “Still hurt?” He asked, following you around like a lost puppy, you nodded silently, brushing your hair out. “You didn’t hurt me, you know? If it had hurt I would’ve told you, it was just different?” You tried to explain, seeing the wheels turning in his head. He met your eyes in the mirror, “I don’t know how to explain it, you wouldn’t understand.” You added lightening the mood with a laugh. He smiled, “no I don’t think I would.” He agreed, relieved to at least see you joking around. “Just promise me you’ll tell me if anything like that happens again?” He came up behind you, “of course bub.” You winced lightly, sighing at the continuing pain, they told you it would be bad for a couple of days, so you weren’t surprised. Mat on the other hand grew more frustrated every time it hurt, wishing he could do something. “I just want to lay down, please.” You whispered when he kissed the top of your head. He nodded and walked you to the bed, even though you were fully capable, you allowed him to have his moment of feeling like he helped. Which he did, just by being there, he always helped. It’s safe to say he was very hesitant to touch you for a while after that.

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[mendespideys]

would you be comfortable with writing a sick angst/fluff blurb for tom? you have been getting stomach pains for the past few days, blowing it off you think its that time of the month, but its your kidney stones? you pass out from the pain while at work tom rushes home from filming to be with you?

a/n: i’ve never had kidney stones and i hope i never do after googling it. i had to google the symptoms and everything so please don’t @ me. i hope you enjoy it though and that this is similar to what you were looking for. 

IT HAD STARTED small. So small, in fact, that you barely acknowledged it. Then, when the pain in your lower abdomen began radiating and became stronger, you had figured that it was nothing more than your upcoming period. Too busy to closely count the days, you had kept linking all of your symptoms to the time of the month.

Your body had always let you know when you were about to start your period and, unluckily for you, it was not kind when doing so. You were used to aches and cramps both pre and during; it was nothing new. When your lower back had begun aching, you blamed it on the at-home exercise you had decided to try out.

At one point, you had practically body-checked Tom while running to the restroom, emptying what you had eaten for lunch into the toilet. After cleaning you up, Tom had questioned your symptoms and you once again linked it with your period. It was bound to show up sometime, right?

Over the next week, your pain grew worse. It was stronger and the waves were more frequent. Tom was filming and despite filming in London, he was rarely home. Early mornings and late nights caused you to just miss each other as you had work. That was also probably why he never questioned your pain; he wasn’t home.

This morning, you had woken both nauseous and in pain. Tom had already gone to set by the time you woke up but had left some tea in the pot for you, which you were eternally grateful for.

“You alright, Y/N?”

You turn around to investigate the source of the voice, meeting the concerned eyes of your coworker. Truth be told, you don’t feel okay.

The pain had only worsened throughout the day and at this point, you’re convinced it’s something other than your period. It was your turn to take the morning shift today, so you had decided to at least call your doctor once you got off.

“Y-Yeah,” you nod and you’re not sure if you’re trying to convince yourself or Nathan. “I’m alright. Just some stomach pains.”

Over the next hour, your pain only intensifies. At one point, you can barely stand upright. You don’t have a clue what it could be but you know enough to know that intense stomach pain can’t be anything good. Your mind keeps racing, trying to find a reasoning behind the pain.

You can’t lie; you’re scared. Up until now, the pain had been manageable and somewhat easy to ignore. That’s out of the question now. The pain only continues to increase in strength and you drop the sweater you had been holding, having to clutch the check-out counter for support.

There are words being spoken but you can’t comprehend a single one of them, too preoccupied with willing the pain away. Your eyesight goes in and out of focus while your thoughts scramble together. Before you’re able to warn anyone, you feel yourself fall to the ground and everything goes black.

TOM IS DOING a last-minute script reading when Harrison bursts into his trailer. He knew all of the lines but for some reason, the nerves were getting to him and he wanted to do one last check. Little did he know, that those nerves were nothing compared to the ones he’s about to feel.

“Y/N!” Harrison exclaimed and Tom’s heart quickened at the sound of his other half’s name. “She’s, uh — Tom, she’s in the hospital. I don’t know what happened. Something about her collapsing at work.”

Tom is already ready to go before Harrison can fully finish his sentence. He snatches his car keys off the table next to him, almost knocking his best mate over while pushing past him to go outside. He can hear the sound of Harrison’s boots against the concrete as he scurries to catch up with him, but he doesn’t slow down.

Only when they reach his car, does Harrison speak again, suggesting that he should drive. To his surprise, Tom doesn’t argue. The two of them climb into the car and the blond backs out of the parking spot with ease, knowing how much his best friend would want to see his girlfriend.

The entire ride to the hospital is quiet; Tom has too much on his mind to make conversation and Harrison chooses not to. Harrison offers to park the car while Tom goes inside to figure out what’s going on.

Soon enough — although it felt like an eternity to Tom — he’s sitting in your hospital room, waiting for you to wake up. Once you begin to come to, he’s by your side in an instant. His wide, worried eyes are the first thing that meets you when you open your own. And if you hadn’t been drugged, you probably would have laughed.

“’s alright, darling, you’re okay.”

He smiles comfortingly, taking your hand into his own gently. It takes a moment for you to realize where you are and even longer to remember what happened. When you do, you feel yourself frown with confusion. What had happened?

“You passed out at work, d’you remember?” he reminds quietly and you nod. “You had kidney stones. They had to do emergency surgery because some were lodged in your urinary tract. The doctor told me you’ve probably felt the pain for days. Love, why didn’t you tell me?”

You clear your throat, smiling weakly. “I honestly thought it was all leading up to my time of the month and I didn’t want to worry you. I know you’re busy with work.”

Tom quickly shakes his head, his thumb running over your knuckles. He swallows and it seems like he’s trying to find the best way to formulate his words.

“Don’t ever think that you’re not more important than work, yeah? Worry me, please. No matter what I’m doing or where I am, let me know what’s going on with you. You’re my world and I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to you.”

[oldguy56-world]

Romancing the Stone

How was your weekend? Mine was different as I had a few firsts in my life. First time I called 911. First time I rode in an ambulance, and first time I had a kidney stone. It was a hat trick of fun. Let me back up a bit. I was in the kitchen getting some things ready for supper when it felt like I was stabbed in the side. I got the chills and the sweats at the same time and I couldn’t stand up. We made the call and the EMT’s arrived very quickly. (here is a tip for while you are waiting. Don’t look up your symptoms online. It will not make you feel relieved at all. Based on what I was experiencing I could have had 1 of 20 things. Each one worse than the one before. The only thing I ruled out was ovarian cysts. Unless there is something my parents never told me) They did a fantastic job of asking questions and calming the situation down. There were a couple of things though:

- Asked me if I was having trouble releasing gas. When I have gas the longest I have ever gone is 37 seconds. After that it gets ugly, so the answer was no.

- They asked me if someone had dumped water on me. When I said no they looked at each other. This caused my blood pressure to go up which was the next thing they tested.

- I was disappointed and relieved with my ambulance ride to the hospital. They didn’t put the siren on and run red lights. The good news was this told me I couldn’t be in too bad a shape. (they also watch you very closely in the back. I am not sure if it is to make sure I am okay or that I am not pocketing all the neat stuff they have in there)

Now we are at the hospital. What a joy this was. Did you know hospitals are full of sick people? Here are some things I picked up on while waiting. (Yes even in EXTREME pain I wanted to use the moment for good and teach others from my lessons).

- No matter how bad you have to do it don’t pee until they tell you they need a sample. I made that mistake. Took them a while to get more out of me.

- Pick where you sit very carefully. You want to make sure you are not beside the crazy one and it is hard to tell by looks alone. I lucked out. The guy who came in after me did not. He sat near a guy who looked normal enough. I saw the ‘normal guy’ lean over before saying “does this look right to you” and he lifted his shirt. I couldn’t see what he showed the guy but the doctors had to add vomiting to his chart.

- The magazines are old. I did however learn that Trudeau was just elected Prime Minister. Pierre Trudeau.

- As the wait went on I got to thinking about all the medical TV shows we watch. If there is any truth to the shows I am no doubt waiting while the doctors are having sex in empty rooms with each other, nurses, patients, or maybe stray sheep. 

- They build up false hope by moving you into the next room. You think that means you are getting close but not so. I was moved 5 times.

- If you want to kill time start playing ‘what does that person have’ in your head. Not out loud. Apparently people waiting for psychiatric help are in the same waiting room as you are. Play the game but make no eye contact. Trust me on this one.

- If you listen to the other people in the waiting room on the phones with their families you will hear that they are worse than anyone else in the room and should go next. Are you kidding me? I could not eat my supper. Do you know how bad off I have to be to miss a meal. I should have been at the front of the line.

I finally get to the last waiting room. A woman comes out dressed like a scientist from one of those movies where there is a deadly virus breakout. She asks me if I am there for an MRI X-ray or CT scan. How the #%*& do I know. She is the first person since the EMTs to talk to me. (except for that woman who kept scratching herself in the first waiting room. I tried to block her from my memory but the sight is still in my head)

Anyway, All is well I just have to wait for the stone to pass. You will know when it does as I am sure you will hear me scream like a little girl no matter how far away you live.

side note: this was also tough on my wife as she was not allowed to come with me due to Covid restrictions. It is important to keep those who care in the loop.

THOUGHT OF THE WEEK: Always take care of yourself and your loved ones. You all deserve it.

[gorogues]

Thank you all for your kind words and concern!  I hope things are well with all of you and life is good :)

purplecyborgnewt replied to your text post: Sorry about the neverending health issues, you and your cats have my best wishes

Thank you very much :)  I feel like it'd be easier to handle my own health problems if I wasn't stressing about the cats, so I just want the two of them to get well and stay well for a good long time.  I did end up calling the vet when I remembered the clinic would be closed for most of the weekend, so we've started Lisa on a new round of antibiotics and probiotics...hopefully it does the trick this time.

belphegor1982 replied to your text post: I'm so sorry, Lia - anybody would be stressed as hell. *hugs* I hope you get solid answers soon and everything clears up!

Thank you very much!  My dad had his gallbladder out so I won't be surprised if the surgeon decides to remove mine.  A person can function without one (although digestion is more difficult) and can function if it has stones, but if a stone gets loose and then lodged in the bile duct it's very painful and possibly fatal.  Plus a poorly-functioning gallbladder can cause pain and digestive issues, although that's not life-threatening AFAIK.  So doctors weigh the odds, I guess.  The surgeon speculated that maybe my IBS symptoms have been gallbladder issues all along and that's a pretty interesting theory, though we probably wouldn't know unless it was removed and the 'IBS' symptoms improved.

lupintyde replied to your text post: You need to REST, Lia! *hugs* I hope things get better for you.

Thank you, I'm trying to!  It's very weird how things have been recently -- whenever I've over-exerted myself or get tired, I start feeling exactly like I've got a cold (chills, sore throat, body aches, etc) or get dizzy.  And then those symptoms go away when I've gotten some sleep.  I guess the body has its ways of making its needs or displeasure known.

ohhicas replied to your text post: Holy shit, please rest up ;; I hope all the tests come back with only good news.

Thank you very much, I hope so too!  We could use some good news around here, and some peace and quiet...and rest sounds really great right now :)  Hopefully things get better and calmer for everyone who’s been going through a tough time recently.

sammysdewysensitiveeyes replied to your text post: Hey, i hope you are feeling better soon, and that your health woes are resolved quickly. Fingers crossed that it's all benign and harmless.

Thank you :)  Yes, at this point I'm just really hoping that whatever's in the kidney is benign and not hampering its function in any way.  The surgeon I saw this week isn't dealing with the kidney (at least not yet), but he was looking at the MRI results and asked me if the kidney finding was going to be pursued.  It made me a little more nervous to know that another doctor thinks it's a signficant finding, and it's not just my family doctor being paranoid.  But hopefully it's nothing significant.

I don't know when I'll be seeing the kidney specialist or getting the gallbladder test, because the Canadian health care system's chief flaw is that things often move very slowly.  But I'm grateful for the system we have, we're fortunate.

secondratevillain replied to your photo post: I'm fairly certain James' "Supervillain Weapon Disposal" is canonically him just hoarding the Rogues' old guns in storage so they can't have them.

You're right, it is canonical!  If it works it works, but as we saw it didn't exactly work so it wasn't the greatest of plans.  He should have simply destroyed them for safety’s sake.

ohhicas replied to your photo post: Someone tell James that hoarding them for yourself isn't technically a good thing

His rationale in the Presidential Race story was that stashing the Rogues' weapons kept them off the street, and there is some merit to the idea -- but as we saw, the weapons weren't exactly secured and Roscoe easily stole them.  I really don’t like that story though, so it's not a huge surprise to see multiple people holding the idiot ball there.  So many infuriating flaws which dragged down a cool premise.

[ultratrashyprincess-blog]

Monitoring of Burst Ovarian Cyst

What is the monitoring of a ruptured ovarian cyst?

An ovarian cyst is a fluid-filled cavity that forms on or inside an ovary. In some cases, the cyst can break open (rupture). A burst cyst might be taken care of in numerous ways:

Tracking symptoms

Taking pain medication

Having surgical treatment

The ovaries are a pair of tiny, oval-shaped organs in the reduced part of a lady's tummy (abdominal area). The ovaries additionally make the hormones estrogen and progesterone.

A cyst that fractures might cause no signs and symptoms or just mild signs and symptoms. Fractured cysts that trigger moderate signs can typically be managed with discomfort medicines.

In some cases, a burst cyst can trigger a lot more extreme symptoms. These can include severe pain in the reduced belly and bleeding. Signs like these require therapies immediately.

You may require treatment in the healthcare facility if you have extreme signs from a burst cyst. In unusual instances, a ruptured ovarian cyst may require a surgical procedure.

If you require surgery as a result of interior blood loss, a surgeon will reduce (laceration) in your abdominal area while you are under anesthetic. The doctor controls the bleeding and gets rid of any type of embolism or liquid. She or he might then eliminate the cyst or your whole ovary.

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Why might I require the management of a ruptured ovarian cyst?

Some ruptured ovarian cysts can trigger a lot of bleeding. These require clinical treatment as soon as possible. In severe cases, blood loss can create much less blood circulation to your organs. In unusual cases, this can cause death.

Lots of ovarian cysts do not fracture. If you have a health condition that makes you hemorrhage easily, you will likely require a surgical procedure for a burst cyst.

There are various types of ovarian cysts. These cysts are the most usual type to rupture.

What are the risks of the administration of a ruptured ovarian cyst?

For lots of ladies, a ruptured ovarian cyst causes no signs or only light signs and symptoms. Mild signs can frequently be managed with discomfort medicines. There are hardly ever any dangers in this situation.

In many cases, you might have extra severe signs. These can include severe pain in your reduced belly as well as bleeding. Unrestrained bleeding can be serious. See your healthcare provider right now. Depending upon your signs, you may need to be hospitalized.

Serious instances may require surgical treatment. All surgical procedure has some risks, however, in these extreme situations, there are greater dangers to you if surgical treatment is not done. Threats and possible difficulties of surgical procedure for a fractured ovarian cyst consist of:

Bleeding

Infection

The incision doesn't heal well

Embolism

Threats of anesthesia

Damages to blood vessels, nerves, muscles, or neighboring pelvic structures

The need for a larger cut (if you had a laparoscopy).

Mark tissue (adhesions) that happen after surgical treatment.

Exactly how do I prepare yourself for the monitoring of a fractured ovarian cyst?

A doctor diagnoses a burst ovarian cyst. If you have unexpected, sharp stomach pain, see a company as soon as possible. If you know that you have an ovarian cyst, be aware that it can burst and need treatment.

Your doctor or an OB/GYN (obstetrics/gynecology) physician will certainly identify the condition. Your supplier will certainly inquire about your case history as well as your signs and symptoms. Make certain to inform the company if you understand that you have an ovarian cyst. You will certainly also have a physical exam. This will likely consist of a pelvic examination.

If your service provider thinks you may have a ruptured cyst, you may require tests. These tests can help eliminate other feasible sources of your signs and symptoms, such as ectopic maternity, appendicitis, or a kidney stone. Some of these tests may include:

Ultrasound. This examination utilizes acoustic waves to see the cyst's size, shape, and place.

Maternity test. This is done to check if maternity may be the source of the cyst.

Blood tests. These check for reduced iron in your blood (anemia). They also check for infection and signs of cancer cells.

Urine test. This tries to find various other feasible root causes of your discomfort.

Genital society. This is done to check for a pelvic infection.

CT scan. This makes use of a series of X-rays as well as a computer to create a thorough image of the area.

You may require even more examinations to eliminate other feasible causes of your symptoms.

If you require surgery for your cyst, your healthcare provider will inform you exactly how to prepare. As an example, you shouldn't consume or consume alcohol after midnight before your surgical procedure.

What occurs throughout the monitoring of a ruptured ovarian cyst?

Management of a fractured ovarian cyst relies on whether it is complicated. A regular cyst is a straightforward fluid-filled sac. An intricate cyst may have solid locations, bumps on the surface, or areas loaded with fluid.

Many ladies have useful ovarian cysts. The majority of these are simple. A fractured cyst that is not complex can be treated with pain medicine. You might be told to watch your signs and symptoms with time. Sometimes, you might require to have follow-up ultrasound tests. You may not need any other therapy.

If the cyst is intricate, you might require various care. This kind of cyst might create:

Blood loss creates reduced high blood pressure or a quick heart rate.

Fever.

Signs of possible cancer.

If you have a complex fractured ovarian cyst, you may need care in the hospital. Your treatment might consist of:

IV (intravenous) liquids to change lost fluid.

Cautious tracking of your heart rate and also various other important indicators.

Tracking of your red cell degree (hematocrit) to inspect the blood's capacity to lug oxygen.

Repeated ultrasounds to check for bleeding into your tummy.

Surgical treatment for a getting worse medical problem or to check for cancer cells.

If you require a surgical procedure, your service provider might use a minimally intrusive method. The carrier regulates the bleeding and also removes any type of blood embolisms or liquid. He or she may then eliminate the cyst or your entire ovary.

If the company does not make use of laparoscopy, the surgical treatment will be made with larger lacerations.

Talk with your provider concerning what sort of therapy will certainly function best for you.

What occurs after the administration of a burst ovarian cyst?

You and also your healthcare team will certainly make a follow-up plan that makes the most sense for you.

If your ruptured ovarian cyst is not complex, you will likely continue your care at residence. Adhere to up with your service provider if you require imaging or blood examinations.

If you have a complicated burst ovarian cyst, you might need to remain in the healthcare facility for 1 or even more days. If your cyst is no longer blood loss, you may have the ability to go home. You can use pain medications as required. You might require follow-up imaging tests to ensure that your bleeding has quit as well as to see if the cyst requires surgery to eliminate cancer.

If you had surgery, you will be told exactly how to care for your injury as well as a bandage. You may need to limit your physical activity for some time. Your health care team will give you more details.

In uncommon cases, a ruptured ovarian cyst is brought on by cancer cells. This will need mindful follow-up therapy from a physician that concentrates on cancer cell treatment. You may require surgical procedures as well as other therapies.

Some ladies have even more than one ovarian cyst. A cyst that has not ruptured may need to be enjoyed over time. In various other instances, you may require surgical removal of the cyst.

Following steps.

Before you accept the examination or the procedure see to it you understand:

The name of the test or treatment.

The reason you are having the test or procedure.

What results to expect and also what they mean.

The threats and also the advantages of the test or treatment.

What the possible side effects or complications are.

When as well as where you are to have the test or treatment.

Who will do the test or treatment as well as what that individual's certifications are?

What would take place if you did not have the test or procedure?

Any type of different examinations or procedures to think about.

When and just how will you obtain the results?

Who to call after the examination or treatment if you have concerns or problems.

How much will certainly you have to spend for the examination or procedure?

[thenightnurse]

Benign Prostatic Hyperplasia and Prostate Cancer

First and foremost, what is BPH (Benign Prostatic Hyperplasia). It is an enlargement of the prostate gland which leads to the disruption of urine outflow from the bladder. The prostate (aka the male G spot and organ responsible for quite a few sex hormones) is located just under the bladder. The urethra (tube that carries urine from the bladder to the penis) passes quite literally, through the prostate, theres a little triangle it goes through. Well because the prostate enlarges it causes it to essentially clamp the tube shut.

As you can imagine, most patient with BPH will have lower urinary tract symptoms, such as difficulty starting a stream or decreased blood flow. Though we aren’t sure what causes it we do know it is related to hormonal changes, namely an excessive accumulation of DHT in prostate glands. Because of that, being of an older age is one of the greatest risk factors (then is obesity and alcohol consumption). It develops in the inner part of the prostate, and that’s the most important finding, the location, not the size. ;) 

The clinical manifestation are what you would imagine, decreased caliber of urine stream, hesitation in initiating a void, nocturia, recurring UTI’s (since you’re also unable to actually fully empty your bladder) and the feeling of not emptying your bladder. 

Complications that can occur involve bladder calculi, which are little stones that form in the bladder since it never fully empties, and renal failure caused by hydronephrosis. This is when the bladder eventually gets way too full and actually ends up backing up into the kidneys. 

Diagnostic Studies: When the serum creatinine is below 1. That’s when we start to look into BPH, and when the PSA (prostate Specific Antigen) is above a 4. We start to look to see if the pt has cancer.

There are a few drugs and procedures we do to fix the problem.

One of the most common drugs is Finasteride or Dutasteride, which are 5 alpha reductase inhibitors. These drugs work by inhibiting the 5 alpha reductase enzyme which is responsible for making testosterone hit the way it does. Well since BPH thrives on testosterone, and we are preventing there from being a lot of testosterone, the prostate gland eventually begins to shrink in size. Emphasis on the word eventually, as it takes 3-6 months for any improvement to occur. Since there’s decreased testosterone, there are also hormonal changes that can occur such as decreased libido, decreased volume of ejaculation, and erectile dysfunction.

Since most people are unable or unwilling to wait that long, we often times give alpha adrenergic receptor blockers such as Flomax or Prazosin. They work by relaxing smooth muscles in the prostate which facilitates urinary flow. Improvements occur in 2-3 weeks instead of months. Since they relax smooth muscles though, they also decrease blood pressure, so if the patient has a naturally low BP, we might think otherwise about giving it. On a similar note, side effects include orthostatic hypotension, dizziness, retrograde ejaculation, and nasal congestion.

If these treatments don’t work, then we move onto surgery. Transurethral Resection of the Prostate, aka TURP. This is the golden standard for taking care of BPH. They thread a tube up the penis and into the actual urethra, shaving and cauterizing the prostate until there is enough room for liquids to flow. The catheter that is inserted actually is a three way catheter and provides irrigation and hemostasis to the area. Fun stuff. The urine post surgery appears Hawaiian punch in color, since it is tinged with blood and prostate cells. If it were to come out viscous bright red there would be a problem (a hemorrhage probably) and the doctor would have to get involved. Belladonna and Opium are two medications given to help relax bladder spasms from occurring. 

So the question you might have now is, well why did you put BPH and Prostate Cancer together? Good question. It’s because they’re almost the same thing. Though we aren’t sure if BPH is a risk factor for Prostate Cancer (the science on it changes every couple of years), the effects almost mirror each other, except that Prostate Cancer has pain that radiates across the lumbosacral area, hips, and legs. To protect against it/to get diagnosed you should get your PSA levels checked every two years, especially once you hit age 55. PSA levels should be between 0-4. Most of the tumors occur in the outer aspect of the gland (remember that BPH occurs in the inside).

[thestarvingwriter]

A little update on my health

I always talk about how I’m not in the best health on my author’s notes, so I think I should let you guys know what’s going on. I’ve been to the doctor twice in the last two weeks for this really bad upper abdominal pain that I’ve been feeling off and on since the end of March. I call the random flare ups “attacks,” as it is a random, squeezing, intense pain that happens about once a week. It lasts for about an hour and then fades, but leaves me incredibly nauseous afterwards. At first, my family and I (as well as two separate doctors) thought it was a kidney stone (well, I thought it was a heart attack, but everyone told me I was full of shit and too young to have a heart attack), as my dad and his entire family have them. I got a CT scan two weeks ago, and it turns out that I don’t actually have kidney stones, (they also scanned my pancreas and liver, and both looked normal) so something else is causing the pain. So, last Monday, I went to the doctor, and he basically told me that he really doesn’t have any idea what’s wrong with me. He ordered a ton of blood tests (seriously, they checked everything) which I got back when I wen into the doctor’s again today. Every test was normal (diabetes, cholesterol, glucose, iron, pancreatitis, red and white blood cell counts, you name it; they tested it) except my liver enzymes. The normal amount of liver enzymes produced is about 10-60. Mine was 320. So, naturally, I panicked. My first thought was “it’s definitely cancer; I’m going to die of liver cancer at nineteen” but my doctor was quick to reassure me that no, it’s not cancer. They ran that blood test too (I don’t even want to think about how astronomical my bill is going to be) as well as tests for Hepatitis B and Celiac’s disease, which are the common culprits for the crazy high levels of liver enzymes. They all came back negative. Another possible reason for high liver enzyme production is copious amounts of alcohol consumption, but as someone who is underage and literally has never had a drop of alcohol, that’s not possible. So, basically, my doctor, my dad, my mom, and I have shortened it down to two things: a) I could have this thing called non-alcoholic fatty liver disease, which is caused by unhealthy eating amongst other things, like hyperglycemia (high blood sugar, akin to pre-diabetes) The only issue with this is that the symptoms for it is not what I’m having currently, as non-alcoholic fatty liver disease—god, that’s a mouthful—typically causes no symptoms, unless your liver is failing, which mine isn’t, thankfully. The reason I think I might have it is because it can be caused by Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome, which I have already been diagnosed with. Or b) I could have gallstones (hard masses in the gallbladder made from cholesterol and calcium that typically cause a ton of pain) so bad that they’re affecting my liver. That is the only reason I can think of as to why I’m having the pain, and my doctor said that since I’m so young, it is unlikely that I’m having two separate problems. Gallstones also run in my family, as my grandmother (along with her eight sisters) have all had their gallbladders removed because of gallstones. It would also explain the nausea I have after my “attacks.” The next step to take is to see a gastroenterologist, and hopefully they can give me some answers. The only issue is that I won’t be able to see them until June 24th, which is a literal month away. So that’s where I’m at. This was totally a vent post, even though I told myself that it wasn’t going to be a vent post. Sorry if you read that whole thing. I’m just thankful to have a great support system (my parents are the best, I honestly don’t know what I would do without them) and that my family is financially stable enough for me to be able to see these doctors and have them run their tests. This won’t affect my posting schedule, so don’t worry about that. Writing fanfic is the only thing keeping me going, haha. Thanks for listening to me vent, and I’ll post an update if anything changes.

[vr-trakowski]

(I’ve always had asthma, but I usually only have issues when exercising and breathing very cold air. However, I have an event where I can’t identify a trigger and the breathing problems last for a long time. I go to the emergency room, I am told it was a panic attack and I am sent home. When things don’t clear up, I go to the school clinic where they say it’s my asthma – not a spasm like I am used to, but inflammation – and give me medication. Things clear up. Then, less than a month later, I take an overseas trip. On the flight back I catch a fever and start having stomach issues. A few days later I have to switch out with my father when driving because I don’t feel like I can both drive and focus on breathing. Because it is only a little after New Year’s, my mom doesn’t think our GP can fit us in quickly enough, so we head to an emergency clinic. Our new insurance only allows us to go to one chain in the area, and it’s thirty minutes away. There isn’t a doctor available, so we confirm we are fine with seeing the head nurse. I’m used to journaling some aspects of my health due to things like adult-onset allergies, and have written specifics of the start and stop of the symptoms in a notebook, along with details from the other attack. Sometimes I also have difficulty speaking because I’m focusing on my breathing.) Mom: “She’s been having trouble breathing. We were here a couple of days ago because she had a stomach bug.” Nurse: “Can you describe when this started?” Me: “Um, I noticed I had to focus to breathe. I was really aware of my breathing. It started last night, I guess? Um… I wrote it down, if it’s easier.” (I hand her the notebook. She looks through it, but she looks skeptical.) Nurse: “Okay, I know what’s going on here. Honey, you’re having a panic attack.” Me: “I don’t think it’s a panic attack! It happened before around a month ago. I have asthma—“ Nurse: “The emergency guys thought that was a panic attack, too. Listen, I know you don’t want to hear this, but this is in your brain.” (This sets me off for multiple reasons, one of which being that I DO have anxiety, but it is controlled and not the kind that results in panic attacks. Another reason is that I’ve been misdiagnosed with “stress pains” by my father’s urologist – checking for kidney stones – when we later found out I had some muscle issues in that area that were easily taken care of with physical therapy. I should also note my mother has been making some comments, but I can’t exactly remember them. She’s mostly worried.) Me: “But the other doctor said it was asthma! I’ve had people dismiss things like this before. But when it was checked out by someone else they found something. I have anxiety, but I don’t get those! I don’t have this problem!” Nurse: “So, you just keep going to doctors until they say what you want to hear. But I’m telling you, this is a panic attack. You said in your notes that talking is difficult, but you’re talking fine now. You seem fine. You just need to accept this. Maybe call your therapist or psychiatrist.” (She ends the appointment. I am pretty hysterical once we return home. I have been well functioning for years and even though I don’t believe the nurse, she put the idea in my head that I wasn’t as well off as I thought. I should also note that my mom is of the generation that often writes things off as stress, and she seems to be taking the nurse’s side, or at least playing devil’s advocate, adding to my stress. I blubber to my mom and eventually my psychiatrist’s hotline. [Psychiatrist] quickly writes a prescription for anxiety, but is very firm in telling me that most of her patients don’t end up using it and that often having it in their possession helps. She also says that if I feel I need it to only take half and assess how I feel. Honestly, I don’t feel any different. Later, my mom apologizes that she helped upset me and calls our GP.) Mom: “[Doctor] made an opening for you tomorrow… Guess what she said, though, when I told her everything that happened.” Me: “What?” Mom: “In her experience, asthmatics usually have panic attacks because they can’t f****** breathe.” (My GP gave me a steroid inhaler and I started breathing better in a few days. I later went to my asthma and allergy doctor and found out that I have a new severe allergy to dust mites, something that aggravates asthma. F*** you, nurse.)

Not Always Right

[regular-lord-reckoner]

hi yes hello i am alive 

big boring update ahead, tl;dr: i’m okay! 

so last night after the scary temperature jump i decided to give the meds a chance to bring it down before i went and racked up some medical bills and fortunately it did start to come down after that 

i stayed up for a little bit and kept an eye on things and when my temperature seemed to stabilize around 98-97 degrees i went to bed and seemed to do okay

for most of today i was fine apart from still not a great appetite for the first part of the day and absolute lack of energy for the whole day (but that’s pretty typical with my myasthenia and fevers, it just...wipes me the absolute fuck out. every trip i’ve made up and down the stairs today has felt like climbing a fucking mountain, it’s great) 

i’d read something online because i was curious why i mostly seemed to deal with this shit at night and apparently there’s something about your cortisol levels being down at night and therefore your white blood cells just kinda go nuts and that’s what can sometimes bring a lot of symptoms and shit to the surface, especially since in the case of a fever that’s the body trying to like...burn shit out of you and i thought maybe that was total bullshit, but i asked my mom who’s been a nurse for like...ever and she said that checks, because several times she’d have patients who would be fine all during the day but would just go to hell health-wise at night, so there’s that 

that being that case, i took some more tylenol as it rolled around to evening and i’m glad i did because i checked my temperature around that time and it was 99.1 so i think it was already trying to creep back up 

as for what it is, i still don’t know and part of why i’m so hesitant to go see another doctor is because i really only have the one symptom. i’m pretty sure the appetite thing and the weakness is because of the fever. i’m not having any congestive symptoms or GI symptoms. i guess the only thing i haven’t had done or checked off is blood tests but...it’s not like you can just say, “here, take my blood and figure out what’s wrong with me!” they need to know general ballpark of what to test for to know what to order and i can only give so much blood. the next step would be scans and x-rays and shit and that’s when you start getting into the EXPENSE and...being that i’m not having any pain that’s going along with this i just...don’t want to go there just yet. i had the lower back pain before all of this shit started and i still don’t know what that was, but it’s been gone for days now so it was either a tiny kidney stone that just bothered me for a little bit and passed or maybe it was pinched nerve pain all along. who can never be sure when you’ve got scoliosis and shitty little kidneys full of shitty little stones 

that being said, i took to google again because i just wanted to see like...are there any illnesses that are just fever that comes and goes? 

i think sometimes the flu can start out that way, where it’s just a fever in the beginning and then gradually other symptoms start to appear, but this is like...day three and i still don’t have any and not that i’m particularly keen for flu symptoms to show up, but...you’d think they’d be here by now is all 

i did find, however, something called roseola ?? i’d never heard of it before and from what i can tell primarily kids get it, but it’s possible for all ages to get it. 

it’s a viral thing where you have a high fever for several days and then when the fever is finally done you break out into a rash and that goes away on its own and so i’m just kind of curious like...maybe in another day or two if i’m going to suddenly see a rash show up and that might be my answer then 

as best as i can tell, too, the treatment for it is exactly what i’ve been doing just...rest, drink lots of fluid, take tylenol to keep the fever down, rinse and repeat 

and it would make sense too because like...i go around to a lot of different schools and see a lot of different little kids. i know on mondays alone i see about 175 sooooooooooooooo there’s that

also, my mom reminded me i wasn’t able to get all my MMR vaccines when i was little because i had a seizure after the first one (not something that is common, i was just a very sick child, please vaccinate your fucking kids) so that is also a very, very good reason i think i might wanna make a career change Very Soon 

so yeah, that’s what i’ve got so far so i guess in the mean time i’m just going to stay on top of taking Tylenol in the evenings for the next two days probably and then see maybe if a rash shows up if nothing else new appears in the mean time. I’m hoping my strength will return soon because although i don’t have to teach tomorrow (thank fuck) i do tuesday, wednesday, and thursday so it’d really be nice to like...walk without needing to immediately sit down and rest for five minutes after? or stand for prolonged periods of time? i dunno, body, you think it over and let me know what you decide. 

oh, also i got nicely baked because i figured i fuckin’ deserved it and would ya know it, i suddenly had an appetite again ?! 

i literally went from taking two hours to eat a bowl of soup this afternoon to basically devouring a big plate of queso and hot sauce covered tators tots with a side of skillet cooked vegetarian buffalo wings like...thanks, bud. 

...get it? bud? euhuhuhuhuhuh 

[lesvegas]

☕️ experience with healthcare

Big tw for incompetent/uncaring doctors and nursesAlright so as y’all know I live in Canada and our healthcare is supposed to be good shit. Even with all the budget cuts like, it’s supposed to be great. From personal experience as a fat afab I’d say that’s like... true 30% of the time. I mean universal healthcare is a blessing and if you’re under 24 your meds are covered (at least in Ontario it is) and like I’m definitely not ungrateful for that.But at the same time in the past year or so I’ve been through Hell and it truly felt like no one cared for a whole-ass year until suddenly someone gave a shit? Like this One Nurse decides to kinda give a shit then I finally get all the tests that should’ve been done ages ago and now we finally confirm what I knew all along: I have a huge fucking kidney stone giving me grief.How did I know this? Because I know the symptoms. Because I’ve felt the debilitating pain often compared to childbirth. Because I had the same shit years ago. Because I have a history of stones, as do some of my relatives. And yet despite this, my pain was often looked over, doctors and nurses didn’t even ask if there was any history when I insisted I had stones (in fact half the time I never even got a ‘what makes you think that?’). 9 times out of 10 I was diagnosed with a simple infection, given some antibiotics and sent home. The tenth time, I had an ultrasound and was referred to a urologist IMMEDIATELY. Like, I saw the guy the next morning and on the way there my family doctor called me up to make sure I was following up ASAP. It’s that bad. The stone is huge and the reason it’s that big is because it’s been developing and getting bigger over a year. Because doctors didn’t listen to me before.My local hospital is huge and I have 0 sense of direction but I’ve been there often enough the past year to not get lost there anymore. But it’s only now that I’m actually getting any proper treatment. Also, whenever I dealt with stones before, no doctor or specialist EVER talked about prevention. Like it’s pretty fucking clear I’m developing these stones rapidly and something has to be done. My first appointment with the new urologist he asked if anyone ever discussed stone prevention and I said no and he looked horrified. He also sent me to get a CT scan because ultrasounds (what I got at the hospital) and x-rays (what I got in his clinic bcus the hospital didn’t send over the ultrasound yet) aren’t accurate enough which. Scared the shit out of me because those are all I ever got for previous stones. Like one ultrasound was all it took for a doc to decide I needed to try 3 whole different methods (the first 2 did not work and they were a fucking pain that could have been avoided if I had a more accurate test).Oh also it took me a year before I could get any birth control. Docs insisted I get all this bloodwork done over months and months (which gave me my phobia of needles! yay!) and that I lose weight because obviously my irregular periods were just caused by weight and diet! Not like my mom and her mom and her mom had the same issues! Which my mom told doctors REPEATEDLY because she knew what it was like to have the worst fucking periods because her mother was a conservative Christian who didn’t believe in birth control (that’s nothing to do with me tho, I live in a very liberal part of Canada).Those are the big experiences that make me super wary of healthcare in general. I avoided seeing any doctors for 2 years because it felt like more trouble than it was worth. I wouldn’t say I have any medical phobias but I go into doctors’ offices expecting nothing. Growing up I don’t think I ever had a problem with doctors, shit didn’t go south until I got fat. Couldn’t imagine why.TL;DR Doctors ignore my family medical history, my own history, my pain and my problems because I’m fat.

[drsujitchoudhary]

A Guide To Pelviureteric Junction Obstruction (PUJO)

Pelviureteric junction obstruction (PUJO) is a condition that occurs when the flow of urine from the kidney to the bladder is blocked. This can happen for a number of reasons, including a build-up of stones in the kidney or a narrowing of the ureter (the tube that drains urine from the kidney to the bladder). PUJO can also be caused by a congenital (present at birth) blockage in the ureter. Regardless of the cause, PUJO can lead to a number of serious health problems, including kidney damage, kidney infection, and even kidney failure. That’s why it’s important to be aware of the symptoms of PUJO and to see a doctor if you think you may be at risk. In this blog post, we’ll give you a complete guide to everything you need to know about PUJO, from its causes and symptoms to its diagnosis and treatment.

Introduction To Pelviureteric Junction Obstruction (PUJO

Pelviureteric junction obstruction (PUJO) is a condition that can lead to various problems such as hydronephrosis and renal failure. It is often diagnosed in children, but it can also occur in adults. Treatment typically involves surgery to relieve the obstruction. The prognosis is generally good, although there may be some complications such as infection or damage to the kidney.

Causes Of Pelviureteric Junction Obstruction (PUJO

Pelviureteric Junction Obstruction (PUJO) is a condition that results when the flow of urine from the kidney to the bladder is blocked. The most common cause of PUJO is a build-up of stones in the kidney or ureter. Other causes include abnormalities in the structure of the urinary tract, such as an enlarged prostate, tumors, or inflammation. Treatment for PUJO typically involves surgery to remove the obstruction.

If you are experiencing any symptoms associated with PUJO, it is important to seek medical attention as soon as possible. Pelviureteric junction obstruction can be life-threatening if not treated promptly.

Symptoms Of Pelviureteric Junction Obstruction (PUJO

Pelviureteric Junction Obstruction (PUJO) is a medical condition that can cause various symptoms. This article will discuss what Pelviureteric junction obstruction is, the different symptoms that can occur, and how to diagnosis and treat this condition.

Pelviureteric Junction Obstruction occurs when the tubes connecting the bladder and the prostate become blocked. This can lead to a number of symptoms, including: urinary frequency, difficulty urinating, pain while peeing, blood in urine, and fatigue.

To diagnose Pelviureteric junction obstruction, your doctor will perform a physical exam and may order tests such as an ultrasound or an MRI scan. If it is suspected that you have Pelviureteric junction obstruction, treatment usually involves surgery to unblock the tubes.

Diagnosis Of Pelviureteric Junction Obstruction (PUJO

If you or your child are suffering from Pelviureteric junction obstruction (PUJO), contact Dr. Rai today for the best possible treatment. Dr. Rai is the best pediatric surgeon in India for the treatment of this condition, and has a success rate of 98%. If you or your child are in serious pain, don’t wait – call Dr. Rai today to schedule an appointment.

Treatment Of Pelviureteric Junction Obstruction (PUJO

At Yashwant Hospital, we are experts in the treatment of Pelviureteric junction obstruction, or PUJO. This is a blockage of the urine flow from the kidney to the bladder. If left untreated, this can lead to damage to the kidney and infection. Treatment for PUJO may include surgery to remove the blockage, or insertion of a stent to open up the ureter.

If you or your child has been diagnosed with Pelviureteric junction obstruction, contact us today to learn more about our treatment options. We will work with you to find a solution that best suits your needs and goals.

Prevention Of Pelviureteric Junction Obstruction (PUJO

Pelviureteric Junction Obstruction (PUJO) is a common problem in children that can lead to appendicitis. Early diagnosis and treatment is important to avoid complications. The best pediatric surgeons in India are experienced in treating PUJO and can provide the best care for your child. If you are concerned about your child’s health, please contact one of these surgeons for more information or to schedule an appointment.

Conclusion

Pelviureteric junction obstruction (PUJO) is a condition that can lead to various problems such as hydronephrosis and renal failure. It is often diagnosed in children, but it can also occur in adults. Treatment typically involves surgery to relieve the obstruction. The prognosis is generally good, although there may be some complications such as infection or damage to the kidney.