Right. So I realized my plan to catch up around here was foiled 2 nights ago as I sat in the emergency room of the local hospital from 4am to 7am. My bladder hangs itself in shame and promises never to pull such a lousy, selfish stunt ever again.
Around 12:30 the other night I went to the bathroom and felt the pangs of a urinary tract infection. Within an hour I was urinating almost straight blood between the time I spent crying and rocking on the shower floor from the sheer amount of pain I was in - that lasted about 3 and a half hours. It just so happened my roommate's family was here visiting and her oldest brother JJ took me to the emergency room at 4am. And it's a good thing too because in my state of Perpetually Irrational and Not To Mention Independent Female Psychosis™ I thought I could wait it out until 8am when my normal doctor's office opened. And by 'it' I'm speaking about the massive hemorraging going on in my bladder.
[MENTAL NOTE TO SELF: kick own ass if ever pull stunt like that again]
One would think that a serious visit to the emergency room at 4am would result in some serious drugs followed by some serious medical attention. It just so happens that after my nurse put us in a room she proceeded back to her station where she shopped for swimming suits online.
No shit.
Two hours, at least 6 doctors, 4 nurses, 1 piece of really fucked up illustrated literature in spanish, a book about Sam the Weiner Man, and urinating a half-cup of blood in to a cup later they prescribed me a couple medications. Apparently that's the all new, non-standard battery of what a woman has to go through to get some treatment. 800 mg of some really fucking awesome painkillers and one hour in a pharmacy later and I was headed out the front door with a whole bag of meds in hand.
Sleep and medication are like, cool 'n stuff. I think I slept a total of 12 out of 15 hours yesterday. Fortunately I have my mother and Keira around to battle said psychosis and they reminded me that trying to go back to work in a sedated state usually warrants a Really Fucking Stupid sticker right on one's forehead. I'm out from work again today.
We'll chat again soon... just as soon as I get ahold of some of these narcotics so I can pass them out to all my friends. Aaaahhhhhhhh...