Friday, January 13, 2012

You know something has to go wrong on Friday the 13th....

Well, it did.  It actually started soon after midnight.

After all of this asthma crap, I'm not developing an UTI.  I know, that is a bit too much information, but it's also the truth.  It's also the most painful, uncomfortable, almost routine that a person can go through.  Imagine the feeling that your bladder is being filled up by a flaming balloon, while being squished by a brick.  Yeah, it's just that unpleasant.

And because of this, I want to publicly and loudly apologize to my Spousal Equivalent.  I was up well passed midnight, frustrated and in pain and simply wanting to sleep.  I woke him with my frustrations, and for that I'm sorry.  I also wanted to apologize to my friends that I was supposed to meet out last night.  Again with the not really feeling up to being in public!

So, after a night of annoying all that I loved, I decided to go to the doctor.  I've had this before and it can go from bad to unbearable rather quickly, and we're about to start a three day weekend.  So at 8, I got to the doctor's office, where they preceded to tell me that they can't find the infection.  After I very nearly cried, and explained that the pain and intense discomfort is very real, and rarely does the infection show up in my labs, they agreed to give me medicine.

I went off to Target to pick up the Cipro and the pain killer, only to discover that it wasn't there.  It might take a few hours.  So now I'm at the office, working a half day, trying not to let on how much I want to curl up and die.

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