Hi Ariis,
I'm so sorry that you're going through this, but happy to hear that you're getting a break from it. Kidney stones are the worst. They will turn the most stoic he-man into a blubbering baby. My last attack was in early November of 2015 on my final day at the WCPS in Las Vegas. Woodsroad would probably remember that I was pretty ill, trying to catch the shuttle to the airport. I ended up leaving a "gift" in a planter by the front door of the Palace Station. Didn't make the plane as I collapsed in the terminal and was taken by ambulance to an ER, where they told me what I already knew, wrote up a bill for $12,000 - probably to cover their gambling debts - then booted me into the street. I made it home the next morning and got immediate help. That bastard just wouldn't come out, so the surgeon went in with a laser and a basket and blasted the thing. The catheter was a bitch and getting it yanked out was no picnic either. I've had yearly check up since then, and so far no worries. My last attack was 20 years before that. The stones were uric acid. Keep taking that cranberry extract!