And to the doctor I return...
So, after days of being a zombie who hacked out her lungs.... I began to develop new symptoms. I had to pee every .3 seconds. Now you may wonder at that frequency, and think I am perhaps over-exaggerating to increase the interest of this tale... but alas, you are wrong. I would no sooner finish the act and immediately feel the need to repeat. For what it is worth, once you go you can't exactly go again that fast. I have said the words urine and urinate more times in the last few days than I think should be publicly acceptable. Therefore, I felt that I had an absolute responsibility to say them again in a blog for the whole world to chance upon.
I was mildly worried it was a side effect of one of the medications, but Jen suggested that it sounded like an UTI (Urinary Tract Infection). I did a bit of research, and that really sounded on the mark. Bobby and I then took a trip to the ER (normal clinic hours are not in existence over the weekend) but I decided I did not want to wait. I was given the ask a nurse hot-line number and made the call, where these suspicions were all but verified (one can hardly offer a urine sample over the phone, although that is a lovely image).
I woke up this morning, and it seemed a bit better but I didn't want to risk it getting worse so I made the call. To the doctor I went, and then went. Har har. Bathroom humor is always a delight. The test came back negative (I learned that if you void your first morning "sample" that you should wait over an hour for the bacteria to have time to make a colony in the new "sample." Yeah... that didn't happen. It's really hard to hold it when you feel like you are going to wet yourself every few seconds.) On the other hand, there was a bit of blood (not visible to the naked eye thank god) in the "sample" so I do in fact have a UTI and have added MORE drugs to my current collection.
I was mildly worried it was a side effect of one of the medications, but Jen suggested that it sounded like an UTI (Urinary Tract Infection). I did a bit of research, and that really sounded on the mark. Bobby and I then took a trip to the ER (normal clinic hours are not in existence over the weekend) but I decided I did not want to wait. I was given the ask a nurse hot-line number and made the call, where these suspicions were all but verified (one can hardly offer a urine sample over the phone, although that is a lovely image).
I woke up this morning, and it seemed a bit better but I didn't want to risk it getting worse so I made the call. To the doctor I went, and then went. Har har. Bathroom humor is always a delight. The test came back negative (I learned that if you void your first morning "sample" that you should wait over an hour for the bacteria to have time to make a colony in the new "sample." Yeah... that didn't happen. It's really hard to hold it when you feel like you are going to wet yourself every few seconds.) On the other hand, there was a bit of blood (not visible to the naked eye thank god) in the "sample" so I do in fact have a UTI and have added MORE drugs to my current collection.