With my first kidney stone happened, I had no idea that something could hurt so bad. I curled up in a ball on my bedroom floor and suffered through it for a day and a half. It hurt so bad I puked a couple of times. Later people told me I prolly had a kidney stone. The second one come on about 2am on a Saturday, I found some Vicoden but it really didn't help, so there I was back on the floor accepting waves of intense pain through Sunday night. Monday morning I called my Doc, who saw me right away but he informed me that it couldn't have been a stone because people just don't suffer through it alone, they go to the hospital and get morphine...........duh... The next one (about a year ago) as soon as it started I knew what was going on and I had my wife drive me straight to the hospital (again at like 03:00). As I came crashing through the ER front door holding my back, bent over in extreme pain, I think the nurses thought that I had been shot or something, As I stumbled up top the desk I managed to say kidney stone and that was it. With in seconds I was on a gurney, a Doc gave me a quick look and I had the best drugs ever shooting through my veins.
Go to the ER and get the drugs, there is no reason to suffer.