In 2011 I had a kidney op. It went wrong. They did not believe me it had wrong at first. Was I really in pain? Hmm. Had I ever been through labour? No? Ah well.
The repair operations (yes plural) took place over a period 8 months, because yes, it had gone rather wrong.
In 2016 I was told I'd need the same op on the other kidney. Could we put a management plan in place to avoid a repeat? No, as what happened first time round was just a one-off. How did they know? They just did.
Had the op. Started to experience familiar pains. Returned to hospital. There's nothing wrong with you, here is a paracetamol now fuck off Couple of hours pass. Now throwing up with pain. Return to hospital, admitted via A&E to emergeny surgery unit.
On duty consultant: "You remind me of my sister, you know. She is also (!!) an anxious young lady. She is always making up things that are wrong with her. As a doctor and her big brother it is my job to laugh her out of her fears."
Emergency surgery next day. Five days in hospital and further ops over next 6 mos.
Because guess what? Anxiety doesn't make you throw up in pain. No, that would be the massive fucking obstruction in my PUJ area. And guess what else? I have since had 3 DC with no pain relief and turns out labour is a piece of piss compared.