I’ve had two. The first was over twenty years ago, the second, this past year. In both cases, they got stuck rather high up. Both times I thought I was dying.
The first started while my family was about to take a trip. It felt like a back ache until we were driving down the highway, when it felt like my body was trying to kill me. Without saying a word, I pulled off the highway when I saw a “hospital this exit” sign and drove straight to the ER without speaking, which I couldn’t have done anyway.
The second started at night, and my spouse drove me to the ER — fortunately, the stone dislodged along the way (the city I live in has notoriously bad roads). But again, the pain was so very bad — and from lack of familiarity, I didn’t realize it was a stone — that I thought I might die. And then the jouncing moved it and by the time we got to the hospital I was significantly improved.
My spouse has also had a stone, and needed non-invasive intervention to get it out. Hers had lodged in the bladder, so it was different situation, but she was so relieved to get it out…