Not really a cool title for this post, but it is what it’s about. Most of you know I work for my local fair and during 11 days, my life stops and work completely consumes it. I move to work and live in an RV during that time.
But anywho, on a wonderful Saturday morning, February 12th to be exact, I was enjoying my last weekend before working an entire month straight. I had big plans, I was going shopping at my favorite mall with my dad. Great day planned.
I woke up, poured myself a diet mountain dew (breakfast of champions for me) and set about picking up my bedroom and texting a friend before meeting my dad. It was going to be a great weekend, I knew it.
Or so I thought.
I noticed when I was getting ready, I had to use the bathroom frequently, hmmm, I thought, better start drinking water. I wasn’t sure when the last time I’d drank a water was.
I grabbed my purse ready to leave my house and drive the five minutes to our meeting place. I had to go again.
Oh dang it, I thought. I have a urinary tract infection or something going on. Highly pissed off, I drove to our meeting spot and called my dad on the way. I could barely walk into Target to pee without wetting myself. No way could I walk around a mall.
I canceled our shopping trip and grabbed Azo and water. I arrived back home and immediately plopped myself on my couch and popped some pills. A pity party because to ensue because no way did I want to spend my last weekend off at home sick.
The Azo helped and I was now only going to the bathroom every hour instead of ten minutes. On Sunday, my dad and I made it to the mall and I was feeling better, but knew something was going on with my body still. The pain was just intense.
On Monday, I called my doctors office and they said they could fit me in. Now I knew one of the first things I’d have to do is do a urine test. Okay fine, I drank water in the afternoon (well I was scared to death to drink Diet Mt Dew since still no idea what was wrong so it’s not like I was drinking anything else). I got to my appointment and I hoped I wouldn’t have to sit long, I so had to go.
That’s always my luck.
I sat for 15 minutes and before I burst into tears, I asked the nurse if I could just go ahead and give my sample because I was in so much pain. She said of course.
Dr. Lambert examined me and listened as I explained I swear someone was in my belly either squeezing my ovary or my bladder. Of course the urine test shows nothing so she suggests we do an ultrasound. Sure! I’ve had ultrasounds on my throat, I’ve had ultrasounds on my breasts. I’ve never had an ultrasound anywhere below my belly button.
So the next day, I bebop in to my appointment and the tech explains, please remove your jeans and panties and sit on the table. Um, I wondered. Is that so the goo on my bell doesn’t get on my clothes? Thankfully I did not say that out loud.
She walks back in, produces what can only be called a huge wand and proceeds to explain where it’s going. Oh dear goodness, It felt like it would be coming out my nose. What seemed like hours, was really only about ten minutes for her to tell me, yup everything looks great, thanks for coming.
I left the office wandering if maybe I’ll always have this pain. Maybe my body hates me.
Dr. Lambert had given me medicine to treat a bladder infection anyway so I went ahead and took it.
On Tuesday before the fair was going to start on Thursday, they called and said, “Yes, you had a bladder infection and we’d like to do a urine culture and make sure it’s completely clear.” I said okay and ran in one morning, did my business in the plastic cup and figured they’d call me with the results in a week.
When the fair is going on, all sense of time goes out the window. One day blends into three. Hours drag on, so it’s easy to see I forgot about my urine culture.
That puts us to last week. I recognized the number on my caller ID and quickly answered. “Hi Amy, I’m calling about your urine culture. There seems to be a problem.”
And pessimist Amy immediately thinks, great my kidneys are failing, there’s something seriously wrong. I’m going to die. Nice huh? Yes I’m a panic queen. It happens.
Okay so after that split second thinking of negativity, the nurse continues. “Your urine was in an accident and we need you to come in again.”
What??
WHAT THE HELL?!? An accident? Like a collision between two people? A collision in the vehicle transporting it? What in the world?
So I’ve gone back in for another test and I’m supposed to find out the results this week. Unless it gets in another accident.
Now you may ask, are you back on diet dew? Hell to the no. That pissed off my bladder so bad it scared me.
Have you had soda since? Yes, and the second time I had one, I went for diet coke and my symptoms immediately came back. I’m cured! No soda for me.
So fingers are crossed it all is cleared up. Not really into the medicine that makes you pee orange. And it’s one of my favorite colors!!