Last week I started feeling like I was getting a bladder infection. I’ve only had one once before, and this one didn’t burn like last time. But there was increasing pressure, and the need to pee was getting stronger, with less and less coming out.
I kept putting off going to the doctor, because I was too busy at work, and besides, it didn’t hurt that bad! Mistake!!! Thursday night it started REALLY hurting. I was thinking I had an exploded ovary or something! Or kidney stones, or, or, some other equally terribly painful thing.
Sweetie Tom—he kept saying do you want to go to the emergency room? No, I say, not yet, it’s not that bad. Until I doubled over in pain just from breathing deep! So we go to the emergency room at 9:00 pm on a weeknight. Shouldn’t be that bad, right? Wrong!
I finally get in to see the nurse at 10:30. I pee in a cup, and they send me out to the waiting room again. At 12:30, the pain has subsided some, and I’m ready to get out of there. I go up to the nurse and ask how do I check out of here? She soothes me a little and I decide to stay until 1:00 am, since I’d been here so long already. At 1:00, I’m through waiting. I walk up to the window again, and she says the doctor is coming with your lab results. So they call me back into the examining room.
Finally the doctor comes in, says you have a bladder infection, and gives me prescriptions. We finally get out of there at 1:45, and go get my scripts filled. Home in bed by 2:30. Poor Tommy gets up at 5:00 am to go to work. I call in sick.
So I take all my pills (Cipro) like a good girl, and start feeling better. Sunday night I felt a twinge like it might be coming back, but I start drinking even more water, and I feel better. Monday I’m ok, and I take my last pill on Tuesday morning.
Last night I feel like it might be coming back, and this morning I’m sure of it! Damn, this is so uncomfortable! Not too painful yet, but I know it will get worse.
So I called my doctor. She doesn’t see patients on Wednesdays, she’s in surgery all day. But she will check in periodically, so the nurse will tell her and get her to call in a new script for me.
So in the meantime, I’m at work trying to concentrate (ha! I’m on the boards!) telling myself that I don’t have to pee, it’s all my imagination. I took a Darvocet too, so at least I’m … who am I fooling.
This sucks!!! Sorry for the lack of cuss words.