Kidney Stones + Savage Pain = Ambulance

My Better Half passed what we think (and hope) was a kidney stone in October. This wasn't fun. It positively ruined Halloween. Nothing to show for all the sturm und drang, either. Not even a kidney stone. She tossed and turned and moaned in her sleep -- when she was able to drift off. The pain she experienced was, and I quote Samantha here, "savage." At the height of her suffering, she couldn't take it anymore and called 911. Her actions led me to add another truism to my growing arsenal of wisdom. "Any night the ambulance does NOT show up on your doorstep at 2 am is a good night."