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so the last week and a half has been stressful and inconvenient. to say the least.
i got my period on tuesday of last week, the same day that i realized i had a urinary tract infection and the day after i started a surprisingly difficult and boring session of summer school. yuck. on wednesday i took Rosie to get spayed and she's been recovering pretty well (thank god/knock on wood). work kind of kicked my ass on friday night. my cousin and her boyfriend came into town that night and that was pretty awesome. saturday night while i was at work my whole midsection started hurting real badly. it kept getting worse and worse and by the time tatia and i left work i was almost in tears. when i got home i popped a couple extra strength tylenols and it helped a bit. realizing the pain might be related to my UTI, i decided to wait until monday to call the doctor. throughout last week and last weekend, our little flea problem in our home turned into a much bigger flea problem. a flea infestation. our poor little pets are so itchy. and they've started biting me, too. on sunday morning, tatia and i decided to take my cousin out to brunch at pikes. we pile in my car and i start to pull out of the driveway. i quickly realize that i have a flat tire. awesome. i pulled back in the driveway and ignored it because i was hungry. monday morning, i woke up and felt like pretty awful. i called the doctor and remembered it was memorial day. i still didn't think it was serious enough to go to urgent care or the emergency room so i decided to wait until tuesday (yesterday). i woke up yesterday morning and i felt like i had been hit by a bus. i borrowed kara's car and drove myself to the urgent care at presbyterian. they took a pee sample and the doctor woman said that she couldn't believe i wasn't bedridden with a fever and vomiting all over myself because that's how infected my urine was. my little UTI turned into a full-fledged kidney infection. she nervously prescribed me oral antibiotics, worried that i might start puking and wouldn't be able to keep the meds down. though i have felt nauseated since yesterday morning, i have not thrown up. it has taken a lot of inner strength to not run to the bathroom and puke my insides out. i just want to make my tummy ache go away! but i won't do it because i definitely don't want to be hospitalized for five days with an IV and a tube up my pee hole.
today i woke up and didn't feel any better. matt dropped me off at my house pretty early this morning and i napped in robin's room until she got home (my room had too many fleas in it). tatia got up and we all started cleaning up and getting ready to flea bomb the house. i hardly had the energy to do all of this today. it's kind of a big hassle. put all the dishes in hiding spots, move delicate items outside, cover remaining delicate items, find a place to go for three hours with two to three flea-ridden pets, collect all bedding and laundry items, find mode of transportation, return to house two hours after bombs are set off to open all doors and windows, leave house again for 30 minutes to an hour, etc etc etc
but we took care of it. even in our miserable sick-girl states of being.
now i'm laying down at my parents' house waiting for the last load of laundry to finish so i can go home and make my bed and relax in it.
i still have to take care of my flat tire.
what a week!
i got my period on tuesday of last week, the same day that i realized i had a urinary tract infection and the day after i started a surprisingly difficult and boring session of summer school. yuck. on wednesday i took Rosie to get spayed and she's been recovering pretty well (thank god/knock on wood). work kind of kicked my ass on friday night. my cousin and her boyfriend came into town that night and that was pretty awesome. saturday night while i was at work my whole midsection started hurting real badly. it kept getting worse and worse and by the time tatia and i left work i was almost in tears. when i got home i popped a couple extra strength tylenols and it helped a bit. realizing the pain might be related to my UTI, i decided to wait until monday to call the doctor. throughout last week and last weekend, our little flea problem in our home turned into a much bigger flea problem. a flea infestation. our poor little pets are so itchy. and they've started biting me, too. on sunday morning, tatia and i decided to take my cousin out to brunch at pikes. we pile in my car and i start to pull out of the driveway. i quickly realize that i have a flat tire. awesome. i pulled back in the driveway and ignored it because i was hungry. monday morning, i woke up and felt like pretty awful. i called the doctor and remembered it was memorial day. i still didn't think it was serious enough to go to urgent care or the emergency room so i decided to wait until tuesday (yesterday). i woke up yesterday morning and i felt like i had been hit by a bus. i borrowed kara's car and drove myself to the urgent care at presbyterian. they took a pee sample and the doctor woman said that she couldn't believe i wasn't bedridden with a fever and vomiting all over myself because that's how infected my urine was. my little UTI turned into a full-fledged kidney infection. she nervously prescribed me oral antibiotics, worried that i might start puking and wouldn't be able to keep the meds down. though i have felt nauseated since yesterday morning, i have not thrown up. it has taken a lot of inner strength to not run to the bathroom and puke my insides out. i just want to make my tummy ache go away! but i won't do it because i definitely don't want to be hospitalized for five days with an IV and a tube up my pee hole.
today i woke up and didn't feel any better. matt dropped me off at my house pretty early this morning and i napped in robin's room until she got home (my room had too many fleas in it). tatia got up and we all started cleaning up and getting ready to flea bomb the house. i hardly had the energy to do all of this today. it's kind of a big hassle. put all the dishes in hiding spots, move delicate items outside, cover remaining delicate items, find a place to go for three hours with two to three flea-ridden pets, collect all bedding and laundry items, find mode of transportation, return to house two hours after bombs are set off to open all doors and windows, leave house again for 30 minutes to an hour, etc etc etc
but we took care of it. even in our miserable sick-girl states of being.
now i'm laying down at my parents' house waiting for the last load of laundry to finish so i can go home and make my bed and relax in it.
i still have to take care of my flat tire.
what a week!