so here's the chain of events for my last 24 hours or so... all day yesterday, i was a little jittery, kinda feeling off, but just attributed it to being anxious/nervous about my closing & papper. yesterday afternoon, it got worse. by the time i got to craig's house for dinner, i was downright nauseated. during dinner, the pee problem started - where i felt like i really had to go, but didn't have more than a trickle to actually do. slightly embarrassing to have this problem, at dinner, with a guy-friend. and i definitely didn't make it to a movie. i made him take me home. i was in sweats and shakes by the time i actually got home. i even had to stop once on the way home - at a gas station, that sported one of the dirtiest and vilest bathrooms known to men. ick!
cause i'd eaten yesterday before my physical. last night, right before 9, i took as much cranberry pills as i felt safe taking (don't worry, only 4) and some Tylenol pm. this morning i was supposed to go in (on a 12 hour fast) to get some blood work done, i drank two whole bottles of my camelbak water bottle & finally started having something to pee... which was painful, but better than never feeling any relief! i was up til a little after 11 tinkling... then got up twice in the night, before waking up feeling better... not great, but better.
i went in, got blood work done & did a urine sample for them. there was "some bacteria & a little blood but if the cranberry pills & water are already helping - lets stick with that..." (that's a good example of why i hate the doctors!)
then i had a dentist appointment this morning, too... my first time at this dentist, cause i've switched for 2 reasons... 1) this one is about 3 minutes from my house, as opposed to a solid 25 minute drive across the valley... 2)last time i went, to the other guy, i had a cavity, got it filled & its never been the same. i even went in once and they worked on it. didn't do much, for 6 months, its been hurting & i've basically stopped chewing on that side. new guy asks about symptoms today & basically tells me i'm going to eventually need a root canal. a root canal? are you kidding me? i told him to shut up. then i said "i'm going back to my old dentist" haha. i thought those were for old people! i hate my body. and now, i even hate my teeth, too. geez!