Took a bus from Braga to Porto airport today for our Ryanair flight to Alicante Spain. I was really looking forward to it. But let me back up by saying that on Thursday in Braga, I felt sick and assumed it was something I ate. While everything was fine to the airport, I started getting cramps and felt awful on the plane. I was surprised they didn't flag me!
The flight was 1.5 hours and after landing, we got a bus from the airport in to town, and settled into our apartment, Cozy Studio Alicante. Some pics:
Sleeping area
Living area
Kitchen
Here's where the trouble started. My cramping was coming back and I also realized that I lost my wallet--I think I had put it on the seat of the bus as I was loading our luggage and I forgot to put it away. That was a problem for later because my pain was getting much worse--enough that I went to the closest emergency room at Hospital Vithas Alicante.
My wristband
I won't bore you with all the details, but it turns out I had a small kidney stone which also caused a UTI, I was admitted and then spent the next two nights in the hospital (I'm writing this on 1/1/2025)--not what I expected to happen on a vacation! But look at the view from my (private) room:
After being discharged around 10 am on the 30th, I was feeling fine and we then went to the bus company's lost-and-found. After talking to the desk clerk (via Google Translate) it turned out that someone had turned it in. I really am Mr. Lucky. We also walked around town a bit. Some sights:
Plaza del Mar Fountain
Fe in the Esplanade de España
Puerta del Mar Marina
Santa Barbara Castle looming above
Alicante City Hall
The largest Nativity in the world, according to Guinness.
Plaza Santísima Faz. There are lots of these plazas around town.
I've never had a kidney stone so I didn't know what to expect other than pain. The doctor said it was about 3 mm which would pass easily, so I thought I was clear. Wrong! It really hurt when the thing was moving around in there (I guess that's what it was doing), but there were periods when I felt fine so we could go out and look around. "Why aren't you coming home now?!?", I hear you asking. Well, when I'm wracked with pain I feel like doing just that. But I have four prescriptions to help fight the stone, the pain, and the infection, and the doctor said there was a 90% chance the thing would pass within a month or less. I would not want to be in a plane at 36,000 ft for seven hours if I had another pain attack. It is really that bad. So I'm staying put and I'll check in with my PCP in March.
More to come--including the cost of all this--so check back.
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