i'm not pregnant. and i don't have a bladder infection. one i wasn't worried about (at all!) and the other i didn't think was the problem, but wasn't sure. you figure that one out.
this morning my gut had me in so much pain that if i would've thought of it, i would've called an ambulance. i couldn't move. i could only cry. until i fell back asleep for a little while, waking up, still exhausted. i finally dragged my sorry tush to the doctor earlier this afternoon. insta care, that is. now, based on all of my crazy, unexplainable ailments in the past, i've lost lots of faith in doctors, so i don't go unless my parents threaten to call heidi. which means that i'm going to have one of the world's most disgusting juices made for me to cure me of the situation, or she'll drag me to the doctor herself. i decided to be mature about it today & go on my own. and cause i was in some serious pain. a little urine and blood later - he tells me that i need to go in monday for an ultrasound & a followup on tuesday with my regular doc. they'll look for a cyst, which is what he thinks it sounds like, but they're not sure. fun.
i'm crying again as i type this, cause it sucks. the pain & all the missing of the work. and the not knowning. and the money that will probably ultimately be wasted when they find nothing, and the pains not gone.