Be warned...sick and whiny
I try not to complain too much. I leave the complaining to the rest of my family. I seriously try to maintain an upbeat attitude, most days. If I have nothing good to say, I stay quiet. But today has just pushed my bitchy buttons. So here is a little background...
It took us like 9 hours to drive North and visit my parents last Friday with stop and go traffic on all major highways (normally the drive takes 4.5 or 5 hours tops.) There were a good number of rest stops in the first half of our drive, but I didn't need to go then. The last half, not so much. So I held it. I know, Jerry Seinfeld has always said that's a bad idea. I was hurting bad by the time we got to my parents house. Saturday morning (here is where things start to get icky, so you might want to skim) I woke to cloudy urine. It stayed cloudy all day and into Sunday. Luckily our drive home didn't take as long and I made sure to go when I needed to, mostly. But I felt like I needed to go...a lot. By Monday my urine was pink and it was getting painful to, er, empty things out.
Ruh roh. I knew what that meant. A urinary tract infection or infection in my bladder. Swell.
Memorial Day in the ER? No way, Jose. So I just suffered silently and waited until Tuesday to call the doctor. Did I call on Tuesday? No. The pain was getting steadily worse and my pee was still very pink. But John was in NY working and I had to pick up Tyler at school. Since my Doctor's office never seems to take people on time, and I'd have to bring Max with me, I decided to wait. Then, Tuesday night, just cause my body can't have one thing wrong at a time, I get my period. Swell. Now I am bleeding from two spots. What's next? Nose bleeds?
This morning I call the doctor's office. I tell the bulldog receptionist my problem and can the doctor please just call in a prescription for an antibiotic? I know it's a UTI, I say. I've had them before. I beg. I plead. Oh no no no, she can't pass that message on. I MUST see the doctor. Can I come now? No. John has his own medical thing scheduled and I need to be available to pick up both boys today. So I made an appointment for tomorrow afternoon. God forbid the doctor miss out on his office visit fee. The pain has been excruciating. I came close to just going to the ER tonight.
After taking 8 Advil in less than 8 hours, I decided I had to do something desperate. I found 3 pills from an old prescription I had for an infection last summer. I took one. I plan to take another at bedtime and another in the morning. I'll bring the bottle to the doctor and confess. I have a feeling it will mess up his urine test (like having my period won't do that anyway) but I was beyond caring. I took Aleve too, just to give my liver something new to work on. Over the counter pain meds have barely made a dent. But that one antibiotic helped. I am feeling better now! It still hurts like hell to pee, but I haven't had to go as often. Thank goodness!
So I will probably get yelled at tomorrow for doing all the wrong things. But I wouldn't have had to do it if the doctor's office would just have had a little SYMPATHY! I'd totally come in too, but just give me the damn antibiotics! I wouldn't ask for them if I didn't really NEED them. Honestly. It's not like I'm asking for narcotics. This is a med Walmart gives away for free! *sigh* Ah well. We'll see what happens.
It took us like 9 hours to drive North and visit my parents last Friday with stop and go traffic on all major highways (normally the drive takes 4.5 or 5 hours tops.) There were a good number of rest stops in the first half of our drive, but I didn't need to go then. The last half, not so much. So I held it. I know, Jerry Seinfeld has always said that's a bad idea. I was hurting bad by the time we got to my parents house. Saturday morning (here is where things start to get icky, so you might want to skim) I woke to cloudy urine. It stayed cloudy all day and into Sunday. Luckily our drive home didn't take as long and I made sure to go when I needed to, mostly. But I felt like I needed to go...a lot. By Monday my urine was pink and it was getting painful to, er, empty things out.
Ruh roh. I knew what that meant. A urinary tract infection or infection in my bladder. Swell.
Memorial Day in the ER? No way, Jose. So I just suffered silently and waited until Tuesday to call the doctor. Did I call on Tuesday? No. The pain was getting steadily worse and my pee was still very pink. But John was in NY working and I had to pick up Tyler at school. Since my Doctor's office never seems to take people on time, and I'd have to bring Max with me, I decided to wait. Then, Tuesday night, just cause my body can't have one thing wrong at a time, I get my period. Swell. Now I am bleeding from two spots. What's next? Nose bleeds?
This morning I call the doctor's office. I tell the bulldog receptionist my problem and can the doctor please just call in a prescription for an antibiotic? I know it's a UTI, I say. I've had them before. I beg. I plead. Oh no no no, she can't pass that message on. I MUST see the doctor. Can I come now? No. John has his own medical thing scheduled and I need to be available to pick up both boys today. So I made an appointment for tomorrow afternoon. God forbid the doctor miss out on his office visit fee. The pain has been excruciating. I came close to just going to the ER tonight.
After taking 8 Advil in less than 8 hours, I decided I had to do something desperate. I found 3 pills from an old prescription I had for an infection last summer. I took one. I plan to take another at bedtime and another in the morning. I'll bring the bottle to the doctor and confess. I have a feeling it will mess up his urine test (like having my period won't do that anyway) but I was beyond caring. I took Aleve too, just to give my liver something new to work on. Over the counter pain meds have barely made a dent. But that one antibiotic helped. I am feeling better now! It still hurts like hell to pee, but I haven't had to go as often. Thank goodness!
So I will probably get yelled at tomorrow for doing all the wrong things. But I wouldn't have had to do it if the doctor's office would just have had a little SYMPATHY! I'd totally come in too, but just give me the damn antibiotics! I wouldn't ask for them if I didn't really NEED them. Honestly. It's not like I'm asking for narcotics. This is a med Walmart gives away for free! *sigh* Ah well. We'll see what happens.
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Love, your RN friend:)
Donna H