Well today’s been fun.
Around 3 am, I started needing to pee every 20-30 minutes.
This was pretty irritating. But initially I thought I was just going through one of my “watershed” periods where I pee a lot and wonder where I have been keeping it all and so forth and so on.
But then, in the middle of yet another trip (trip, trip) to the loo, it hit me like a bolt out of the blue : I remember the last time I had to pee this often.
It was right before I started peeing blood all those years back!
Ah, the memories.
So when blood started showing up in my urine around 6 am, I was not in the least bit surprised. History was repeating itself.
What I did not expect was the pain.
Holy crap does it hurt to pee right now. Especially at the beginning. Starting to pee feels like someone is trying to stop a Mack truck going 80 mph downhill using only the gearshift, a nd my bladder is stuck in the gears.
As I pee, the pain fades. By the time I finish, it’s down to a dull ache.
Still pretty painful but nothing compared to the overture.
So naturally, after the usual dithering, I got Julian to drive me to the ER.
Thus began the usual waiting around in various places till around 3 pm there was the usual whirlwind visit from the doctor resulting in the highly predictable being sent home with a prescription for an antibiotic.
In this case, Cefixime.
And now, I am going to lay down and try to sleep because I have not slept at ALL.
Hard to sleep when you have to get up to take a painful pee ever 20 minutes.
More after the break.
Good news, everybody! It’s back!
My appetite, that is.
And thank frickin’ Whoever for that, because I had not eaten all day. My urological issues knocked my appetite out and left me nauseous and I just couldn’t make myself even think about food, let alone eat it.
Dumb, I know. Diabetics like me should never skip meals .I could have ended up having a Low Blood Sugar Incident, and those are never fun.
Except that one time, but we don’t talk about that.
And, ya know, I could die. And 4 out of 5 people surveyed agreed or strongly agreed that would probably be Bad.
And that fifth person doesn’t count because it was me.
Had to take a cab home from RGH. By the time they were done with me, Joe and the car were both at work and hence unavailable for medical chauffeur duty.
I was nervous about it. After all, a fall while getting out of cab is what got me 8n this whole needing-a-walker business in the first place.
But everything went fine. And that little act of independence did my soul some good.
Oh, and I finally got some frigging sleep. And that made a huge difference.
Because there’s nothing so bad that a lack of sleep can’t make it worse.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.