A glee post which mostly centers on not being *dead*
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5 Good Things About Today
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denoue_moi sent me a card, which really *did* make me feel loads better. When I'm in better condition, I'm totally going to Target. I'm splurging on pretty pens and other lovely things.
2. My temperature has stayed under 102 today. This is of the good.
3. The scale this morning said that I'm below the "this is what I weighed freshman year" mark.
4. I only had to crawl through math, and my sweetheart of a math teacher was nice enough to let me leave after the quiz.
5. A small, psychotic fuzzthing who hasn't really left my room since I got sick.
Three Things I Did Well
1. Drank a buttload of water/cranberry juice.
2. Didn't die.
3. Didn't die or pass out during brief foray to school.
Two things I Look Forward to Tomorrow
1. Not dying or passing out.
2. Getting better.
3 (bonus). My sister is coming home tomorrow*.
(*but she's getting her wisdom teeth out on Saturday, poor thing. April kinda is a cruel month).
So I've been feeling craptastical for a little while, and about Sunday, I started getting really, really exhausted.
And on Monday, I pretty much knew it was a kidney infection because my back hurt right where my kidneys are and I couldn't sleep and I felt extra miserable and tired. But I'm quite stupid and said "well, maybe if I just ignore it, it'll get better".
Tuesday night, I was burning up and couldn't sleep and my kidneys were screaming in pain.
Turns out, I was right. So I got in to see my gynecologist, who might just be the only doctor I will ever trust in life, and she confirmed it. Although, it's quite scary when someone says "we found blood in your urine". Fortunately, not enough to be too worried about.
Now, there's a shot you can take when you feel *that* bad, unless you're me. And I happen to be allergic to penicillin and derivatives of penicillin.
But my lady Nurse Practioner is a sweetheart. She gave me some strong, strong antibiotics and was very nice and even gave me a script for Diflucan when I get off of the antibiotics.
I don't think that a man would've thought of that. Hence my policy of only going to women gynecologists. I'm sure male gynecologists are just as qualified, but it's like this. They may have read the manual, but I own the car. I'd like to speak to other car owners, thanks.
(For those who are confused: strong antibiotics = yeast infection. Because when you kill of bacteria in the vagina, you allow the yeast - which are usually kept in check by bacteria - to get out of control. This is itchy and uncomfortable. So far it hasn't set in, but I'm only on day 2 of these antibiotics).
Anyway, so I had to completely miss class yesterday because I quite nearly passed out just waiting for my prescription to get filled at Walgreens (I don't even want to think of the shame of passing out in a Walgreens) and had to call out of work this morning.
Last night was probably the worst night, because my temperature got up to 102 and I was quietly wondering if I should scribble down my last will and testament in my journal in case I died or my brain cooked and nobody was sure whether to let me live 10 years as a carrot or not (gives new and horrible meaning to the song "Carrot Juice is Murder" by the Arrogant Worms). But that was also the fever and throbbing kidneys talking to me.
Nothing like a blazingly *cold* shower to snap you out of it. I can see why people use that as a solution to unwanted sexual arousal. Not only does it quiet the body, but all you can think is "damn, I'm really really cold. I'd like to not be cold now." That made it go down a degree and change.
My lady Nurse Practioner says it might be 72 hours before I get free of the fever, but that I will. I hope so, 'cause this sucks.
Although, given the choice, I think I'd do this again before I went through the wisdom teeth drama again. So there's that. It's not as bad as my wisdom teeth.
- Meg
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denoue_moi sent me a card, which really *did* make me feel loads better. When I'm in better condition, I'm totally going to Target. I'm splurging on pretty pens and other lovely things. 2. My temperature has stayed under 102 today. This is of the good.
3. The scale this morning said that I'm below the "this is what I weighed freshman year" mark.
4. I only had to crawl through math, and my sweetheart of a math teacher was nice enough to let me leave after the quiz.
5. A small, psychotic fuzzthing who hasn't really left my room since I got sick.
Three Things I Did Well
1. Drank a buttload of water/cranberry juice.
2. Didn't die.
3. Didn't die or pass out during brief foray to school.
Two things I Look Forward to Tomorrow
1. Not dying or passing out.
2. Getting better.
3 (bonus). My sister is coming home tomorrow*.
(*but she's getting her wisdom teeth out on Saturday, poor thing. April kinda is a cruel month).
So I've been feeling craptastical for a little while, and about Sunday, I started getting really, really exhausted.
And on Monday, I pretty much knew it was a kidney infection because my back hurt right where my kidneys are and I couldn't sleep and I felt extra miserable and tired. But I'm quite stupid and said "well, maybe if I just ignore it, it'll get better".
Tuesday night, I was burning up and couldn't sleep and my kidneys were screaming in pain.
Turns out, I was right. So I got in to see my gynecologist, who might just be the only doctor I will ever trust in life, and she confirmed it. Although, it's quite scary when someone says "we found blood in your urine". Fortunately, not enough to be too worried about.
Now, there's a shot you can take when you feel *that* bad, unless you're me. And I happen to be allergic to penicillin and derivatives of penicillin.
But my lady Nurse Practioner is a sweetheart. She gave me some strong, strong antibiotics and was very nice and even gave me a script for Diflucan when I get off of the antibiotics.
I don't think that a man would've thought of that. Hence my policy of only going to women gynecologists. I'm sure male gynecologists are just as qualified, but it's like this. They may have read the manual, but I own the car. I'd like to speak to other car owners, thanks.
(For those who are confused: strong antibiotics = yeast infection. Because when you kill of bacteria in the vagina, you allow the yeast - which are usually kept in check by bacteria - to get out of control. This is itchy and uncomfortable. So far it hasn't set in, but I'm only on day 2 of these antibiotics).
Anyway, so I had to completely miss class yesterday because I quite nearly passed out just waiting for my prescription to get filled at Walgreens (I don't even want to think of the shame of passing out in a Walgreens) and had to call out of work this morning.
Last night was probably the worst night, because my temperature got up to 102 and I was quietly wondering if I should scribble down my last will and testament in my journal in case I died or my brain cooked and nobody was sure whether to let me live 10 years as a carrot or not (gives new and horrible meaning to the song "Carrot Juice is Murder" by the Arrogant Worms). But that was also the fever and throbbing kidneys talking to me.
Nothing like a blazingly *cold* shower to snap you out of it. I can see why people use that as a solution to unwanted sexual arousal. Not only does it quiet the body, but all you can think is "damn, I'm really really cold. I'd like to not be cold now." That made it go down a degree and change.
My lady Nurse Practioner says it might be 72 hours before I get free of the fever, but that I will. I hope so, 'cause this sucks.
Although, given the choice, I think I'd do this again before I went through the wisdom teeth drama again. So there's that. It's not as bad as my wisdom teeth.
- Meg
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Date: 14 Apr 2006 03:09 (UTC)Oh, that had to suck a lot. Poor you!
remember to drink until your teeth float!
I think I'm gonna hurl if I have to drink anymore cranberry juice after this!
- Meg