What Fresh Hell is This? aka Biscuit Day #567

Sigh

I just want to unzip my body and give it to somebody, tell them I’ll be back to pick it up when they get things sorted out.

I come to you today in the midst of the worst UTI I have ever had in my life.

I know. You don’t really want to hear about it. Unfortunately there is a loudspeaker in my head blaring, “UTI! UTI! UTI!,” to the complete obliteration of any other thought in my head.

I thought I had a yeast infection because how could I have a UTI after just finishing two rounds of antibiotics? However, a day later I came to the unpleasant realization that no, this was probably a UTI. After an mindbogglingly miserable and sleepless night I wrote my primary care office first thing in the morning. They said I should get a urine test. Ok. I did that. Results showed up by lunchtime. I just innocently waited for them to let me know what to do. Finally I realized I was an idiot for just expecting them to contact me. What was I thinking? So I had another absolutely miserable, painful and sleepless night. When I got up Saturday morning we headed over to convenient care. I must have seemed really pathetic because everybody was extraordinarily kind to me. They found it quite handy that there was already a urine test done. Sigh. The doctor pulled up my test results and said, “Oh, yeaahhhhhhh, you’ve got a UTI alright.” Weirdly, I felt so grateful.

Ernie got me back home and raced back and forth to the store for prescriptions and various other things. He propped me up in my little sick bay and I tried to sleep between fruitless trips to the bathroom. By the way, Ernie always goes above and beyond taking care of me but he may have outdone himself of late. He is, well, he is Ernie and I am so grateful.

Today I should be getting ready for big brunch event with friends. No go. Instead I will do some work that I had planned for yesterday. Send me good thoughts, people. I have a lot to do and busy week…I MUST snap out of this.

Onward.

Love,
Cynthia