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Old 03-22-2012, 03:22 PM   #1
Join Date: Nov 2010
Location: Bellevue, WA
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UPJ Obstruction, Recovering from Retrograde Endopyelotomy/Pyeloplasty

I wrote back in 2010 about ongoing kidney pain with no stone or infection (although I've had plenty of both of those).

I finally found a surgeon who diagnosed me with a possible Ureteropelvic junction (UPJ) obstruction. I had a test done where they check to see if your kidney is draining properly and mine was not. He scheduled surgery for last Friday 16 March 2012. He said he was going to go up my urethra with a camera to my kidney and see if there was an obstruction. Then place a large stent in to try to stretch my ureter. If that didn't help, he would do another surgery the following Wednesday in which he slices all along the side of the ureter then places a larger stent in and tries to get the ureter to grow back around the stent larger than before, so the kidney would drain properly.

I went in on Friday for the initial look and place a large stent in, and woke up in absolute agony. I was told the surgeon went ahead and did the actual surgery. I was initially told he found a one inch section of my ureter that was totally narrowed and removed, the ureter was reconnected, and then he sliced the length of my ureter and placed the very large stent in to get it to grow back around it and be large enough to drain my kidney properly. However, I'm not sure if that's what he did or not, because when I saw him later, all he mentioned was that there was some narrowing.

Either way, I went home after the surgery, even though I felt like I should be in the hospital because of how much pain I was in. But they wouldn't let me see me husband until I said I was well enough to go to the recovery room, and I wasn't thinking clearly (I just wanted him there to comfort me).

On Saturday, the dilaudid they'd sent me home with wasn't helping, and I was in agony. I ended up back in the hospital, where even though I kept telling them I'd just had surgery, they yelled at me that I didn't have a stone or infection and treated me as though I were 'drug seeking', but eventually (when I became hysterical and tried to get dressed, saying I wanted to go home or go to another hospital), they checked me in. The whole time I was there I was miserable. They put me in a wing all by myself (I've since been told by friends who are nurses that they do that to the patients they think are naughty - so then every person dealing with you expects you to be horrid.) They had me on the pump (where you push the button every few minutes to get pain meds - dilaudid, in this case). The staff treated me like all I wanted was drugs, and I had a horrible experience. I cried a lot, and wanted out of there.

I eventually convinced my surgeon to send me home - he said he'd have the hospital doc prescribe me dilaudid and toradol. The hospital doctor argued with my husband and I about the meds, but finally capitulated and gave me a couple days worth of pain meds (but then failed to put her DEA number on the prescription, rendering it useless - my husband had to go back to the hospital after taking me home, and then going to the pharmacy, where they told him they couldn't fill it, to get the doctor to fix the prescriptions).

After I left the hospital, I went home to sleep while my husband got my meds taken care of. When I woke up I had a message from the clinic of my primary care doctor. They sounded very upset, and said that 'They got my message requesting morphine, dilaudid and toradol, and I would need to give any med requests to the surgeon, not them - they would not be filling any pain medications for me. and that they'd left a message with the on-call doctor at my surgeon's office about this request for narcotics.'

I was really confused - I'd not called them asking for medications. I called them back and found out that it was the hospital doctor who had called them and told them I would like them to give me prescriptions for morphine, diluadid and toradol. I told them I never asked for that, and that I left the hospital with prescriptions for dilaudid and toradol, per my surgeons request - then I told them about the doctor arguing with us about the meds, and that I would be filing a complaint about all of that. The clinic was sympathetic, but I feel like now they think I am just some drug-seeker, and even if I legitimately needed pain meds, they wouldn't prescribe them for me.

I called and spoke to my surgeon the next day and he seemed to understand, and said I should call the hospital and file a complaint, and that it sounded like the hospital doctor couldn't take (his) instructions. He said he was glad he'd heard my side of the story and cleared things up, but then made a point of saying I should be weaning off the pain meds, even though I told him if I don't take it every four hours as prescribed, I'm bent over in pain, crying.

I'll run out of meds tomorrow, and I have been following the instructions on the pain meds - not taking more than I should. My husband keeps track for me, so I know I haven't messed it up somehow.

My surgeon said I should be weaning off the meds, and acts like I should not be in this much pain, so I know he won't be giving me any more pain meds. But I am in agony, and I don't know what to do.

It feels like someone punched me in the kidney - I am having horrible pain in my back where my kidney is - and like someone took a knife and cut my ureter, and for good measure stabbed my bladder (I'm having really bad bladder spasms). It hurts to pee, and sometimes I have to sit there and force myself to go, other times I can't go at all - probably because I know how much it is going to hurt.

I'm having diarrhea, too. Everything I eat just comes back out within an hour or so. I feel nauseous non-stop, but am taking promethezine, so I don't actually vomit, just feel like I should. Every now and then I get a low-grade fever, but it isn't consistent. I also break out in a cold sweat and my blood pressure is really high from the pain.

Has anyone out there had this surgery done? If so, was the recovery this awful? It seems like no one will believe that I am hurting, and that makes me feel worse. I don't know what I am going to do when the pain meds are gone. After my last experience going back to the hospital, I don't want to repeat that.

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