But really, there are moments in life when you just kinda shake your head (if you are able to shake your head, more on that in a minute) and say WHAT FREAKIN’ PERSON IN CHARGE DID I SO ROYALLY PEEVE?
Ah! But I can’t really shake my head. Cause it would be a’ pounding. Let me recap the exciting month of August in the 37th year of my life.
It started with a bang – August 1st! Seriously. Because if we are going to have a really bad month we are going to choose a REALLY long one and start at the very beginning to take FULL advantage. Hubby and I got in a little squabble, he got extremely peeved and next thing you know, he’s changed the locks. Then when I crawl in the window he calls the POLICE. Then they take me in for a mental evaluation. Okay, so I’ve abbreviated the story to cut to the chase. But bottom line? They were a bit premature on that mental evaluation. (Like, wait til’ the end of the month, okay?)
So hubby and I get a little wind in our sails and things are going better. What better way to cap off a month than a lil’ car accident?! Weee! So August 10th, after sufficient time to recover from domestic squabbles, I get rear-ended, quite nicely I might add, in the very-economical-but-not-nearly-as-sturdy-as-the-Volvo-Honda. Ouch. So I take a few muscle relaxers, a few pains pill and all is well. Interestingly, those silly pain pills made it really easy to sit in front of the computer for copious amounts of time. I am in a design frenzy.Yeah!
Apparently they also allowed me to NOT NOTICE woman’s best friend – the dreaded UTI. Until Saturday. I took 1/2 a pain pill but my back was still really nagging me. Hmm. Three hours later I took another 1/2. (the dose is 1 – 2 – I’m not a big pain pill taker – actually hate the stuff). Hmm. Whoa. I’m chattering. My feet are FREEZING. My hands are FREEZING and I can’t breathe well. Did I overdose? On one pain pill? Even I recognize that is pretty stinkin’ stupid. But man – I am feeling BAD.
Then I start getting sick. Like everywhere. And can’t move. Whoa.
Then that night my fever shoots up to 104. Now as someone who normally has to convince the doctor that my regular temperature is 96 I will assure you – 104 is a rotisserie in this lil’ body. I was taking Ibuprofen, Tylenol. Nothing was cutting it. AND THE HEADACHE.
I was convinced that I had ruptured some important organ and was going to die. Yes, it sounds stupid now because I’m typing but at the time it seemed very LOGICAL.
Hubby gets me to the doctor. We have two doctors. The young punk who doesn’t think anything warrants antibiotics and the older cautious doctor who likes to check up on me every other day. Mercifully I got the older one. I am SO GLAD. I was in no mood to be told I was over reacting, that it was the flu blah blah blah.
(Did I mention I went to ER the night before, threw up then decided I felt better and went home? Must be the flu…I’m fine – I don’t need to be in ER! Did I mention last year when I have a fever like this, went to ER and was sent home with vicodin and diagnosed Ovarian Cyst? DUH! UTI gone bad! Why are these so stinking hard to catch!?)
Well, turns out my little UTI was progressing to my kidneys – I was sent home, ordered to bed and told if my fever wasn’t gone THE NEXT DAY to get to the hospital for IV antibiotics.
When given the option of an IV I perk up. Quickly. The only thing I hate more than DRAMA is NEEDLES.
Fever report: 98.7
Amazing, aren’t I? 🙂