Spent three hours curled up on the floor of a men's room in a closed public building on a Friday early evening at the beginning of a 3 day weekend praying for death. Passed out at least twice from the pain, would happily have traded it for multiple kicks to my balls. Eventually, literally crawled out when I heard the janitor cleaning the floor in the hallway. He called EMT, went to hospital, 2 hours later with a boatload of IV drugs to ease the pain I popped out 3 about the same size as yours. My sister-in-law who is an OB/GYN who has passed a couple stones herself says that it is worse than childbirth.