All I do is pee...or think about peeing.
Started on Monday (also known as the beginning of the snowstorm days) when I noticed at work that I felt like I had to pee all the time. Went to the bathroom...was able to squeak out maybe a tablespoon of pee.
Called my family doctor, whom I love. He is such a small man that he is only slightly taller than a little person (can I say midget or is that just wrong?) He suggested that I come in and pee in a cup.
I took off work and did that. He prescribed antibiotics, said that it sounded like a urinary tract infection and I concurred.
Well, I should have felt better by Tuesday evening. I didn't. Plus, I was now stranded inside because of the snowstorm. Nothing like having an urgent need to pee and knowing that I am stranded in my house. Thank god I was close to three toilets.
I drove Bing crazy for three days. Refused to let her sleep with me because every time she moved, it just made my urgent need to pee...well....urgenter. Or I should be grammatically correct and say more urgent. But, truly...urgenter just sounds more like it feels.
I called Dr. back yesterday. Told him that the antibiotics were not helping. He suggested trying a different one and then calling him on Monday if I wasn't better and we would "take a few steps that I am sure you will not like."
This means those fun lab tests where one wears a napkin for a dressing gown and has to be poked and prodded by machines to see WHY THE GOD DAMN FUCK I FEEL LIKE I HAVE TO PEE ALL THE TIME.
Bing, as always, being Ms. Healthy Britches, was no help.
Here were her comments:
"Maybe you have a cyst that is pressing on your bladder."
"Maybe you are becoming incontinent. Should we go get you some DEPENDS to wear to work?"
"Honey, you aren't in a wheel chair. Things could be worse."
I would like to see HER feel like she has to pee every second and then when she sits down on the throne have nothing come out!
Plus, I am not an antibiotic person. I am allergic to most of them, break out in hives. So fun. So, I have to depend on the lesser known ones.
All I know is that I am losing my mind and I want to hear stories that are worse than mine. Tell me if you have ever had one and what helped. (Yes, I am gulping down cranberry juice by the gallon.) And if you have some other disgusting ailment that you can share to make me feel better, have at it.
In the meantime, I will be at work today squirming through my hour long appointments and then sprinting into the bathroom to pee my tablespoon out. And it may be a long weekend at home since I already told Bing not to plan a single solitary thing this weekend. I am hunkering down by the toilet all weekend. Unless these new antibiotics work.....fingers crossed.
She PISSED me off by saying, "Well, do you want to go see a movie?"
Yes, honey. Let's do that. I'll just sit in a dirty public bathroom while you enjoy the show.
Do I sound cranky?
Damn right I am.