Being ill sucks

End of July, I made friends with the Dutch health system. This system is a nice guy, yet I would have preferred not knowing him...

On a Sunday (the day after the first, and so far the last, concert of The Membro's) I go to Zandvoort. Horrible weather, not the day to go to the beach. And I feel a light pain in my back on the left side. Light, but persistent. It's nothing, it's just because I rode a friend on my bike yesterday, yet it doesn't go. I take an aspirin and go to bed.

Monday, I go to work, and the pain is still there, growing stronger as the hours pass. I phone my personal doctor, telling I am strongly considering going to the hospital. She says not to worry and wait. I take an aspirin and go to bed.

At 3.30AM, I wake up. The pain is as strong as ever. I turn in the bed, and it hurts. I turn on the other side, and it hurts more. And, if I lie on my back, it hurts most. Despite being very tired, the pain just does not let me sleep. I cannot stand lying in the bed. So I get dressed, take an umbrella (yes, it's July, but it's raining like hell) and walk. At 4AM I am at the nearest hospital.

They see nothing, even at the X-rays, make me a shot of Diclofenac and send me back home, after prescribing me lots of painkillers and stomach protectors. And they suggest me to have more exams.

The days after, no more pain. The medicines have the side effects to cure the symptoms of the other health problems (cervical arthrosis, excessive stomach acidity), the medical tests say nothing at all.

The only possible explanation the doctor gave is: I had kidney stones, and I successfully expelled them. Yet, there is no certainty.