The TSX is on it’s way back to the streets, one step at a time. Here she is back on the frame rack getting the cowl, apron & Rt Rail pulled back into place. The rail itself wasn’t too bad, but it was definitely off a bit & needed attention. We found some surprises along the way, & not good ones either. We already knew we pretty much needed the entire rt front suspension. But we also found the damage to the rail, we needed an engine cradle, steering rack assy, rt front axle & the rt rear wheel was more of an egg shape then round. Who says that wheels need to all be round?
I was able to get most of the parts I needed from salvage yards that were A grade or Insurance grade. Since my car has so many miles on it, pretty much any part I got used had less wear on it than I already had. So it was fine by me. There were a few things that I had to get new and the guys at Lyle Pearson Acura parts were there to hep me out. So thanks again to Sean & Trevor (The Strap) for that.
As it stands now, all the suspension & steering work is done, just waiting on the rt rear wheel to show up so we can mount & balance & she’ll be drivable again! Then all that’s left is the roof skin, which I will be posting pics of that next time. It’s not every day you get to see what your car looks like with no roof. Some minor cosmetic body work, some paint & she’ll be eating up the miles again in no time!
The local shop I’m using is Treasure Valley Collision. It’s one of the premier shops in the valley. They are doing a fantastic job on this difficult repair. Not only are they working with me on the repairs but they have been very accommodating helping me with finding parts and me stopping in every few days to check in or take pics. I’ll be doing a write up on them in the next post or two.
So once again I’m piling on the miles on the Princesses RDX. I still like driving it, But It’s not my TSX. Every mile I put on it could have been getting me closer to 500k. But not much I can do about it. So the RDX got it’s 3rd required service so far. Cruising up on 25k miles already! It’s hard to believe we’ve had it for coming up on 2 years this Sept.
I sure like the way the new RDX’s look for 2016! What a good looking vehicle. I’m almost tempted to trade up when they come out, but our RDX isn’t even broken in yet. Plus it’s the princesses ride & she’s happy with it. Happy wife, Happy life.
It was a major blow when I wrecked the TSX, but nothing puts things into perspective like seeing something like this truck!Can you even begin to imagine the hours & money involved in restoring this old truck, only to have it end up like this!? Talk about gut wrenching! As bad as I thought my car was, I can only guess how it would feel to see my car in this kind of shape. knowing full well it would never see the road again. WOW!
I try to stay on topic with this blog as best as I can. The TSX, the miles, the destinations, is really what My goal for this blog is. I try not deviate from that too much. But somethings happened to me lately that I feel the need to talk about for a couple minutes. In the last couple posts, I mentioned that I wasn’t really having the best month. The Heavy Equipment class in Texas that set me back quite a bit financially (The class was good tho & I did learn some new things), then coming home with the flu & trying to play catch up with that. Also fun. ( I rarely get sick & this one was pretty bad) Followed by wrecking my TSX…again. (At least it wasn’t really my fault this time) Once I got the TSX repairs rolling & ordered parts I was feeling pretty confident that the crap was over. After all, these things come in three’s right?
What I didn’t realize at the time was that apparently the HE training in Texas didn’t really count, & I had yet to hit my actual Three. So I ended up wrapping up my horrible month with something new to me….. Kidney Stones.
Now, kidney stones don’t usually come up in normal day to day conversation. But when it does, it immediately becomes clear who has had them before, or who has been close to some one else who has. There is an instant bonding when you meet some one else who has been threw kidney stones before. A feeling of sympathy and compassion. And there’s good reason for it, as it was easily, with out a doubt, the worst week of my life.
We’ll start with what they are & how you get them.
In a nutshell, Kidney stones basically form for all the same reason, not drinking enough water. Our bodies are very good at processing just about anything we can throw at it. As long as we give it the proper tools to do so. Kidneys are one of the bodies many filters, and to work properly, they need water. Lots of water. If they don’t get enough water to flush out all the excess minerals & such, said minerals will start to build up and solidify and will eventually form a kidney stone. It’s a lot like hard water deposits in your shower. If you don’t keep up with them & let them just continue to build up, to one day decide to go ahead and finally get rid of them, you’ll need a hammer and chisel to do so. It’s not easy & it’s not fun. Looks like pure awesomeness right? (stock photo of kidney stones)
I was pretty rough on myself when I was younger. Off the top of my head, working my way up, I hairline fractured one of my ankles, blew out both knees, dislocated my left hip, broke my left arm just above the wrist, broke my left collarbone (green stick break) & almost fractured my skull (had to have something like 10 staples to close up my scalp). All before the age of 21. I’ve also had food poisoning a couple times. I thought the food poisoning was the worst. But then I had kidney stones. Food poisoning, along with the rest can’t hold a candle to kidney stones. Hell, they can’t even light the candle. Kidney stones are hands down, the worst pain I’ve ever felt in my entire life. It’s so intense, I’m having a hard time trying to find the words to accurately describe it.
The pain comes in waves, & when it peaks, it’s literally crippling. It hurts so bad that you can’t move, yet it hurts to bad to stay still either. It really is a form of torture. When the pain wave peaks, I would throw up. Did I mention there is no warning signs that you’re going to get one? It just kinda comes out of the blue.
The first night (Monday, April 27th) I woke up at about 12:30am because my back was hurting. I tried doing some stretches to relieve the pain, but it soon became evident that it wasn’t my back. After a few hours went by with the pain steadily getting worse and throwing up a few times, I gave in and let the wife drive me to the ER. I don’t really remember a whole lot about that night. All I remember is the pain. But the Princess says that before we actually left for the hospital, I was in the front yard, at 3:30 in the morning, throwing up in the grass. I don’t remember any of that.
In the ER after some sort of Star Trek scanning apparatus, it was confirmed that I had a 3mm kidney stone in my right kidney. Anything smaller than 8mm they want you to try to pass it. 8mm or larger is instant surgery. They drugged me up, prescribed some pain killers, told me to drink lots of water and cranberry juice & go pass that bad boy. It may take a day or two. GO TEAM!
The next few days I drank about a gallon of water a day with either cranberry or lemon juice with the occasional swallow of apple cider vinegar, stayed in bed most of the time taking pain pills, had very little appetite & pee’d in a jug & thru a filter to catch any stone that may present itself. I missed most of the weeks work that week as well. There were two days where I woke up to no pain at all. The first time it lasted four hours followed by a bad episode. The second time lasted 16 hours! Followed by the worst episode yet finished with another trip to the ER. The same process was repeated in the ER as the first visit altho no scan this time. But this time they insisted I see a urologist. I agreed and went back home feeling way better after the drugs.
There was no pain at all that night and the next morning. So Monday morning I decided to go do some inspections, even though they were out in Twin Falls and Burley (2 & 3 hrs away). Everything was going fine until about 12pm. At first I thought, and hoped, it was stomach discomfort due to not eating anything yet. But by 12:30 I knew it wasn’t my stomach & I took a couple pain pills. The doctor prescribed Norco 5-325MG (whatever that is) One hour later the pain was twice as bad. I took another pain pill. Another hour went by, & the pain doubled again still. At this point I was two hours away from home & starting to panic. I took 1 more pain pills. Nothing. At least I hope nothing. Because these pain pills are supposed to be pretty hard core, & I ended up taking 5 of them within a 4 hr window. If the pain I felt was truly after taking 5 narcotic strength pain pills, then I would have likely just passed out from the pain. Or died. Or gone insane. It’s hard to say.
By 3pm we arrived at Harley Davidson in Twin Falls to inspect a bike. But I couldn’t get out of the RDX. So my driver went inside to speak with the service manager and get me pictures of the bike & damage. After a few minutes of being alone, I decide it was time to make myself get out and move around. I made it as far as the grass about 20 yards away by the street. I lay in the grass there until about 4:45. That’s right, almost two hours. I couldn’t get up. Toward the end of this time period I felt something new. I felt something foreign hit the base of my, well, for the kids that may be reading this, we’ll call it my “Exit Tube”.
This part happened pretty quick. I felt something hit the base of my Exit Tube followed by what felt like as best as I can describe it, a drunk guy falling down the stairs knocking all the pictures off the walls on the way down coming to an abrupt stop at the base of the stairs, or in this case, the end of my exit tube. Like I said this all happened in a couple minutes so I shouted at my driver to “Get the Jug!” At which he dutifully complied.
I grabbed the jug and speed zombie walked into the Harley Store and found the bathroom. I was so relieved I was finally going to pass this stone and….. nothing. I couldn’t pee to save my life. Five hours later I was finally able to go, & again, nothing. No stone. All the pain, the suffering & nothing to show for it. To get analyzed, to see what I could possibly do different to never ever have this experience again.
I don’t think I’ve felt such disappointment like that before either. The next morning I saw my regular doctor. After hearing my tale he swore up & down that he felt the stone had been passed and the pain was over. I was too afraid to believe him & he must have seen it on my face because he asked if I was ok. I told him honestly that I really wanted to believe him & I was doing my best not to cry. I admit it, that week almost broke me emotionally. When I got home I did break down & I cried in the Princesses arms for about 5 minutes. I couldn’t help myself.
What if the pain came back? I knew I was at the end of my rope and wasn’t sure I could handle it again. But here we are almost two whole weeks from that dreadful afternoon of May 4th & the pain hasn’t come back. I am just now daring to believe it’s truly over.
I heard many things during that week. “It’s comparable to the pain women feel during child birth” was a big one. I don’t know about that. I have a friend that has had both a child and kidney stones. I reached out to her and asked which was worse, as she was the leading authority in my circle on the subject. She never answered me. Frankly, I don’t think she wants to talk about it.
My favorite was “I wouldn’t wish kidney stones on my worst enemy.” Now, maybe I’m a little cynical, but my first thought was, If I did have a worst enemy, this is exactly the kind of thing I’ve been looking for! Kidney stones is exactly what I’d want to wish on them! But I don’t have a single worst enemy to inflict such suffering on. Except for maybe my kidney stones… I wish my kidney stones, had kidney stones. The heartless little bastards…
I guess the point I’m trying to get at is this. DRINK MORE WATER!!! Eat whatever you want, live your life the way you see fit. But pretty please drink lots of water. Add cranberry juice, or lemon juice once in a while. Friends, you do NOT want to go thru this! Kidney stones is an epidemic, a public menace & I never want to be on the same planet as kidney stones ever again! I hope my experience has at least made you think about taking better care of yourself. Don’t say I didn’t warn you!
Sorry if i seemed like went off on a rant there. But I would hate for anyone else to have to go thru that. I also don’t want to end on such a depressing note either. So I thought about it some & found the only thing I could think of that counteracts the pain and despair of kidney stones…Next post will be the TSX back on the road and 450k miles! Take care of yourselves friends. I truly mean that!