I woke up this morning with a UTI. At first it was just a little uncomfortable, but quickly progressed to the “peeing 3 drops ever 3 minutes” stage. I ended up going to a Doc-in-the-Box when I noticed blood in my urine.:eek:
$98. Thank goodness Publix fills ciprofloxacin at no charge.
Oh, god, I’m sorry. I went through a two-year period where I was getting a UTI every three months or so. It’s a special kind of pain.
Yes, I had a period of about a year where I got one after every time I had sex. Mine would quickly go from “Hmm, something seems a little odd here” to about 15 minutes later wanting to kill myself from the pain. I have luckily grown past that stage, but I still keep a full bottle of cipro in my house just in case, and thanks to a very understanding urologist who doesn’t make me come in to pee in a cup every time I say I need a script for it.
ETA: before anyone suggests it, yes I peed after sex, and was on prophylactic abx the whole time. Cranberry juice? Ha!
Fuck you, RedBox, for changing your discs to “rental copies”. Pop one of these beauties in your DVD player and then go find something else to do for 20 minutes since they’re forcing the trailers, commercials and other assorted crap down your throat.
No jumping right to the menu. No fast-forwarding. No chapter skip. Fuck’s sake, even the “stop” button is disabled! Douchy douchersons…
And no, none of the “hit this button combo” tricks that I’ve found are working for me…
One can get a UTI from DVD trailers?
Who knew?
/points at thread title
It’s “other crap.” 
Fuck this heat. I’d gladly trade this summer for the unnaturally cool summer we had in Chicago a year or so ago. The only way I save on electric bills is when a storm comes through and takes out our power for a day or more.
To my aunt: I have been married to this man for a DECADE. Our last name is spelled with an F, not an H. I know it makes no sense to anyone but the Germans, but ferchrissakes … you’ve had ten years to get it right! Your last name is 11 letters long … mine is FOUR. It’s not that hard!
Well, if you wipe front-to-back, you’ll have far less chance of getting a UTI from said crap.
Or at least that’s what my friends in nursing school have told me.
I’ve found one thing that works–open-source video players on your PC. Granted that requires you to be the kind of asshole who uses a Media Center PC instead of a DVD/BluRay player. guilty expression
Fuck you, air conditioner and refrigerator, for picking this time of year to break.
Bad cat, peeing on the carpet!
Yours too? I’m trying to convince my cat to go out and get a new bottle of Resolve since I used up the last drip cleaning up her mess this morning. There’s a linoleum floor six inches from where you peed, cat! Pee there next time! It’ll make more of a mess, but it’ll be easier to clean up!
Well. Isn’t that interesting. I have received a notice saying that the contractors I hired to build me some bookcases have “been granted a discharge under Section 727 of title 11, United States Code (the Bankruptcy Code)”. Calling to check, and assuming I understood what I was told, this means they listed me as a CREDITOR on their books, not a debtor, and the judge has ruled the debt discharged and they don’t owe me money.
This better mean I don’t owe them, either, as they tried to claim when things finally went ka-blooey. (I asked the state Attorney Generals office to mediate on that, and was told the contractors had refused to work with them. I’ve had no contact with them since they demanded more money while walking away from an unfinished job.)
Meantime, it is too hot outside, and my breathing problems are being exacerbated by the heat and the humidity.
You have my sympathy. My last few days in Fiji earlier this month, I started to get some lingering pain. I have only ever had one mild UTI in my entire life, but I quickly figured out that’s what was happening. I chugged water, but there wasn’t much else I could do until I got back to the States. By the time I got home, it still wasn’t so bad, so when I went to a little quickly doctor (no insurance), they gave me three days of Cipro for my ‘uncomplicated’ UTI. By the second day of the pills, I was literally bleeding out of my urethra. Not when I was peeing- no, like blood literally streaming out.
Naturally, I went to another doctor ($165 later) and he ran all the necessary tastes. He came back in the room with wide eyes and said, “How are you not in the ER right now from pain? This is the worst UTI I’ve ever seen.” High pain tolerance, I guess. Anyway, I just finished my two weeks of Cipro and a week of. . . whatever that stuff is that makes it look like you’re peeing out a highlighter.
The best part though? The first doctor I went to was at my college (since I’ve taken a class in the last year, I get to use it- yay!). As the nurse was telling me my UTI was uncomplicated, I started explaining some abnormal stuff going on (swelling, etc.). She sighed heavily and said, “Lemme guess: you were screwing like crazy on your vacation. That causes UTIs- see, the constant smacking sex hand gesture bruises your bladder and that’s what causes UTIs.”
Um. Wut?:dubious:
Wow. About 10000 typos in my last post. Clearly, for instance, the doctor ran TESTS, not tastes. That would have been really wrong for numerous reasons if there had been tastes.
Well, at least you didn’t add an “e” instead.
Well at least he didn’t run testes.
Ugh. UTIs. My sympathy.
Last Monday I got another in my long line of kidney stones. Not only did I miss a day of overtime which I had already told my boss I would work, but I waited too long to take pain meds because I was hoping it was something else. As a result they were of course nearly completely ineffective and I spent several hours in agony.
THEN, when I was feeling better, I thought I’d drive in to work anyway to pick up some quality Thai take-out I had left there ( originally intended for said scheduled overtime ), as I was going to be off a couple of days and why waste it. But the meds I had taken eight hours earlier, that had been utterly useless in dealing with the pain, decided to start inducing nausea on the drive back to my house. A half block from my driveway, I started blowing chunks in my car. While driving. Managed to get my window down and got 90% of it in the right direction, but still liberally coated my left side. I pity the poor bastard on the corner watching me take a turn while throwing up in his direction out my window. Probably thought I was drunk.
Worst day of 2011. So far.
Ewww! That’s even worse than my worst day, which started with the air conditioner not working, ended with the fridge dying again, and in between included the cat peeing on the most expensive rug in the house. She’s got good taste. When she needs to send a message to us that something isn’t acceptable, she walks right by the Stainmaster rug from Target, and goes for one of the few really nice things we have. 
I’m just hoping the dry cleaners that cleaned my coats when she pulled this before can clean the rug.
I’m not sure if it was the heat that upset her, with the air conditioning being out (she’s quite fat, so it must have been unbearable), or the fact that I’d been feeding her in the powder room to keep her from bullying the other cat out of her share of the food. She had caught on to the fact that this new feeding arrangement was not in her favor, and was taking more and more coaxing to go into the powder room. We moved her dish back to the table with the other cat dish, better safe than sorry. Dammit, I have a master’s degree in astronomy, and Mr. Neville has a doctorate, we’re supposed to be smarter than a cat!
Screw you, Today, for being Monday! Why can’t you just be Sunday again? No one needs another Monday, but I need another weekend day to finish my errands!
This happened a month ago, but I thought about it last night and it still bothers me, so I’m venting.
A month ago, I was a reader in my friends’ wedding. I’m very shy, I’m always nervous about speaking in front of a large congregation, and I felt additional pressure since my friends had stressed that they had picked this reading especially for me and they were really looking forward to hearing me read it. So I practiced for about a month, I memorized the reading so I’d know it cold, I got books from the library on voice control, and so forth. I wanted to do really well.
My dad drove me to the airport before the wedding, and I told him how nervous I was about the reading but that I thought I’d do well because of all the work I put into preparing.
I did do well. After the wedding, not only did my friends tell me they enjoyed the reading, but three strangers came up to me and complimented me on how well I read, how nice my voice is, etc.
So when I got home and my dad picked me up from the airport, one of the first things I told him was, “Three people told me I read very well!” And the first words out of his mouth were, “Only three?”
My dad was one of those ridiculous, “98% on the test? Why didn’t you get 100%?” kind of fathers, so this didn’t really surprise me, and I know that if I had said 20 people complimented me, he would have said “Only 20?” because the number doesn’t matter – that’s just his instinctive response to that kind of conversation. This used to upset me terribly as a kid, because I perpetually felt that nothing I did or could hope to do was ever good enough for him. He found fault with almost everything I did, and on the rare occurrence when I did get everything right, he wouldn’t react at all. He doesn’t know how to say even the simplest, “Good job!” to anyone. He also doesn’t understand why that would matter to anyone, or that anyone could be hurt by not hearing it. As an adult I understand that he has no concept of most social niceties, he has very poor social skills in general, and that’s his failing, not mine.
But I still feel like an idiot for basically presenting him with one of my Hot Buttons and then getting hurt when he pushed it. He installed that button – of course he would push it. Why haven’t I learned this lesson yet?