Anyway, I am kind of sad. Two weeks ago, I had an OTHER UTI followed by a yeast infection. Six days without, and not only wanting My Man badly, but wanting to test new toys. I was an IDIOT (like most health care professionals are) and treated myself with 3 days of an antibiotic I already had in the house, that I know is good for UTIs. I kind of thought it would be enough, but wasn't sure. I can often get away with a 3 day treatment, but I do better with 7 days, the doc I know well was on vacation, it was Labor Day weekend (I think) so I just used what I had.
Fast Forward two weeks, give or take. Yesterday I'm doing laundry, and posting on Eden, and feeling pretty crappy and peeing every 10 minutes (TMI) and it burns like HELL. I feel like I have a fever and I'm nauseous and I can't walk very well, and by about noon, I'm in tears and knowing something is really really wrong.
I called My Man crying, and he came right home (I don't think I've called him at work because I was sick more than a handful of times in all our decades together) and whisked me off to the ER. One of my older kids said she could stay home with the little one, but we got our neighbor to take her, and I called the school so they would tell her to go to my friend's house after school.
There was a wait, but not too bad, by the time the doc saw me, the UTI had hit my kidneys, I was shaking and had a fever, and was getting really scared. The nurse came in and asked what I wanted "just in case" they had to keep me overnight. I did NOT want to stay overnight. They did a urine test and blood test, and I spilled the pee on the floor, because I was shaking so hard, and as a women couldn't SEE what I was doing with the new "funnel" Clean Catch specimen system.
Then I sit for about 2 hours waiting. I took a couple of Vicodin for the pain and waited. Finally he comes back with news (big surprise) that there were "mass quantities" of white cells and occult blood (meaning you can't see it, but the test picks it up. They are still doing the culture to see what it might be. I tell the doctor, "I bet it's E Coli." He says I'm probably right. With the gallons of water I was drinking, I'm surprised they even found the blood.) He does an other exam and says he's pretty sure it's hit my kidneys, and I agree. My back and the backs of my legs are really hurting.
He gives me the scariest oral antibiotic known, Cipro. It has horrible side effects (in some cases, people have psychotic breaks, and in others people snap tendons from even moderate physical activity) but it's an alternative to being admitted and being administered an IV antibiotic, which could have even more nasty side effects. I begged for 3 days of Diflucan, which kills Candida (yeast infections) and the guy only gives me ONE saying it will be enough. He's not a GYN so I forgive him and hope the one pill (which used to be standard but most GYNs give a 2 to 10 day treatment nowdays, depending on how bad the Candida is.) The doctor was very kind, and he answered most of my questions, I didn't have a lot, but I was scared and sick.
The pharmacy was a 2 hour ordeal, with some guy yelling that they wouldn't give him a neighbor's prescription and I'm sitting on the floor (because I was too sick to stand up and there was only two chairs in the waiting area, and there was a really SICK looking man in the other one, and I have a germ thing when I'm already sick. (yeah, that's a great phobia for a nurse, I have stories.)
I end up paying 42 cents for one prescription and $1.54 for the other. (my insurance actually didn't try to reject these.) That part wasn't too bad.
I came home and just crashed on the couch. My Man MADE me eat a frozen dinner, because I hadn't eaten all day, and I took one of the Cipro, and then spent the rest of the evening waiting to have a psychotic break from it. I didn't have one. My Man MADE me go to bed at, like 9:30, and I was whining "I'm not a 9 year old, I don't have to go to bed, if I don't want to." He just LOOKED at me, and I went to bed.
I actually SLEPT last night, instead of waking up every hour to pee, and it doesn't hurt as much, although I still feel like shit. I woke up at 4:00 AM to take some pain meds, and My Man held me, and then we slept for 2 more hours, and he filled the tub and we both got in and just soaked. Then I ate (I still have NO appetite) and took an other Cipro and went back to bed.
And, we were told "No sex for 7 days." That's the worst part, Not that I feel like it right now. But, still. It sucks. I hurt, my tummy hurts from the antibiotic. I just took a probiotic so it will feel better. It still hurts to pee. My kidneys hurt. I'm itchy and I want to go back to bed. But, I missed y'all, too.
Anyway, I needed to vent. I want HUGS.
Love all of you. I'm really glad they didn't keep me overnight in the hospital. Feel free to ignore my self indulgent rant if you want.
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Fast Forward two weeks, give or take. Yesterday I'm doing laundry, and posting on Eden, and feeling pretty crappy and peeing every 10 minutes (TMI) and it burns like HELL. I feel like I have a fever and I'm nauseous and I can't walk very well, and by about noon, I'm in tears and knowing something is really really wrong.
I called My Man crying, and he came right home (I don't think I've called him at work because I was sick more than a handful of times in all our decades together) and whisked me off to the ER. One of my older kids said she could stay home with the little one, but we got our neighbor to take her, and I called the school so they would tell her to go to my friend's house after school.
There was a wait, but not too bad, by the time the doc saw me, the UTI had hit my kidneys, I was shaking and had a fever, and was getting really scared. The nurse came in and asked what I wanted "just in case" they had to keep me overnight. I did NOT want to stay overnight. They did a urine test and blood test, and I spilled the pee on the floor, because I was shaking so hard, and as a women couldn't SEE what I was doing with the new "funnel" Clean Catch specimen system.
Then I sit for about 2 hours waiting. I took a couple of Vicodin for the pain and waited. Finally he comes back with news (big surprise) that there were "mass quantities" of white cells and occult blood (meaning you can't see it, but the test picks it up. They are still doing the culture to see what it might be. I tell the doctor, "I bet it's E Coli." He says I'm probably right. With the gallons of water I was drinking, I'm surprised they even found the blood.) He does an other exam and says he's pretty sure it's hit my kidneys, and I agree. My back and the backs of my legs are really hurting.
He gives me the scariest oral antibiotic known, Cipro. It has horrible side effects (in some cases, people have psychotic breaks, and in others people snap tendons from even moderate physical activity) but it's an alternative to being admitted and being administered an IV antibiotic, which could have even more nasty side effects. I begged for 3 days of Diflucan, which kills Candida (yeast infections) and the guy only gives me ONE saying it will be enough. He's not a GYN so I forgive him and hope the one pill (which used to be standard but most GYNs give a 2 to 10 day treatment nowdays, depending on how bad the Candida is.) The doctor was very kind, and he answered most of my questions, I didn't have a lot, but I was scared and sick.
The pharmacy was a 2 hour ordeal, with some guy yelling that they wouldn't give him a neighbor's prescription and I'm sitting on the floor (because I was too sick to stand up and there was only two chairs in the waiting area, and there was a really SICK looking man in the other one, and I have a germ thing when I'm already sick. (yeah, that's a great phobia for a nurse, I have stories.)
I end up paying 42 cents for one prescription and $1.54 for the other. (my insurance actually didn't try to reject these.) That part wasn't too bad.
I came home and just crashed on the couch. My Man MADE me eat a frozen dinner, because I hadn't eaten all day, and I took one of the Cipro, and then spent the rest of the evening waiting to have a psychotic break from it. I didn't have one. My Man MADE me go to bed at, like 9:30, and I was whining "I'm not a 9 year old, I don't have to go to bed, if I don't want to." He just LOOKED at me, and I went to bed.
I actually SLEPT last night, instead of waking up every hour to pee, and it doesn't hurt as much, although I still feel like shit. I woke up at 4:00 AM to take some pain meds, and My Man held me, and then we slept for 2 more hours, and he filled the tub and we both got in and just soaked. Then I ate (I still have NO appetite) and took an other Cipro and went back to bed.
And, we were told "No sex for 7 days." That's the worst part, Not that I feel like it right now. But, still. It sucks. I hurt, my tummy hurts from the antibiotic. I just took a probiotic so it will feel better. It still hurts to pee. My kidneys hurt. I'm itchy and I want to go back to bed. But, I missed y'all, too.
Anyway, I needed to vent. I want HUGS.
Love all of you. I'm really glad they didn't keep me overnight in the hospital. Feel free to ignore my self indulgent rant if you want.
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