Well, it did. It actually started soon after midnight.
After all of this asthma crap, I'm not developing an UTI. I know, that is a bit too much information, but it's also the truth. It's also the most painful, uncomfortable, almost routine that a person can go through. Imagine the feeling that your bladder is being filled up by a flaming balloon, while being squished by a brick. Yeah, it's just that unpleasant.
And because of this, I want to publicly and loudly apologize to my Spousal Equivalent. I was up well passed midnight, frustrated and in pain and simply wanting to sleep. I woke him with my frustrations, and for that I'm sorry. I also wanted to apologize to my friends that I was supposed to meet out last night. Again with the not really feeling up to being in public!
So, after a night of annoying all that I loved, I decided to go to the doctor. I've had this before and it can go from bad to unbearable rather quickly, and we're about to start a three day weekend. So at 8, I got to the doctor's office, where they preceded to tell me that they can't find the infection. After I very nearly cried, and explained that the pain and intense discomfort is very real, and rarely does the infection show up in my labs, they agreed to give me medicine.
I went off to Target to pick up the Cipro and the pain killer, only to discover that it wasn't there. It might take a few hours. So now I'm at the office, working a half day, trying not to let on how much I want to curl up and die.
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