After sleeping with the Biologist recently, I woke up the next morning with a urinary tract infection. I’ve had one once in my life, so I knew the signs. (Note to self: What happened to forgetting to pee! A little lube would’ve been a good idea, too.) I was sure I could kill that UTI by downing some cranberry juice and acidophilus. Apparently not.
After my allergic reaction to the medication I took following my poison oak, I dreaded going back to the doctor and getting amped up on more drugs. I have a high pain tolerance, but I couldn’t ignore the pain rising in my insides.
When I woke up with a fever, I knew something was wrong. I went to the doctor’s for a urine test, and she prescribed antibiotics. I started the first dose, but back at home, I couldn’t stop shaking. What was wrong? Thank goodness, my dad was with M yesterday, and they came home to find me in bed, shivering.
My dad looked scared when he saw me. I told him I’d call the doctor. She told me to come right in. My little M said, “Mommy, are you going to be okay?”
I walked in dizzy, with 104 fever. A kidney infection.
There was talk of sending me to the hospital, and thank goodness the color started to come back in my face. The antibiotics were working. I could go home and sleep.
The doctor said that I’d need to have someone here overnight “in case things take a turn for the worse,” so my friend Arden came over to have a slumber party with our girls. She even washed all my dishes in the morning. I’m forever grateful.
When I wake up, I dive back into my overwhelming work pile. I keep listening to that song, “Falling Slowly,” from the Once soundtrack, which I do whenever I’m feeling vulnerable. Thanks for being there when I come back. Photo courtesy of Mark Anthony
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