ugh
so i was at ihop today with KM, and blogs were mentioned. i've been feeling like not blogging lately, because there really hasn't been anything worth blogging about. work is work, and really not wise to blog about anyway except in the vaguest of terms. it hasn't been even so exciting as to merit that.
there's the wedding, but that's all kinds of personal stories and stuff that various folks probably don't want out on the internet as it were. so there's nothing to say aside from the fact that i had a blast until the very end when i began to hate people (not specific ones, just people in general... there's a limit to my crowd tolerance). i hated people enough to call in to work and announce my misanthropy as the reason for not showing up. it was just better for everyone that way.
so while eating pancakes and chicken fried steak (while i like both, and was glad to have both, i've never understood how both belong together in a single meal), i said that i should probably blog when i got home, but that i probably wouldn't.
i didn't. i've been home since 2:30-ish. it's a little after 8. see? i really didn't intend to blog today. there was nothing to blog about.
oh, how the tables have turned!
so last night, at almost exactly 11, i experienced the first warning twinges of the uti or doom. i'm experienced enough to know what those twinges mean, and i self-medicated with a tall glass of cranberry juice followed by an equally tall glass of water. followed by another tall glass of water. in fact, i have this giant bottle designed to hold all the water i'd need for a whole day. over the course of the night i emptied the damn thing from full. needless to say, i was up all night.
the plan was such: if things weren't happy in the morning, i was calling in, and then heading out to the walk in clinic. things were happy. i was stupid. things were so blissfully happy in fact, that i amended the plan to include the day. if by around 5 or so things were still cool, then the twinge had been timely enough to devert the uti of doom. such has been known to happen. there's a reason i keep a pantry stocked with 6-7 bottles of cranberry juice.
so, at ihop, all was well. happy. blissful. there were pancakes, after all, and boysenberry syrup. it doesn't get much better, unless you include fried eggs, which i did. i've got half portions of stuff for dinner, too. so all really was quite well.
since i wouldn't be blogging without something happening, it's pretty obvious that things went downhill from there. oh, things were still cool by about 7, when the walk in clinic closes for the night. but from about 7:15 on, things have been all but cool. i've never experienced anything like it. don't get me wrong, i've experienced this, every bit as badly as i'm experiencing it now. but the twinge disappearing and then skipping straight to the agony stage... that's new.
today, i've consumed a bottle of cranberry juice, two of my big jugs o' daily water, a glass of water at ihop, and about three glasses of water while in the bathroom. i hate water right now. i want no more of it. i think i'll be sick if i look at another glass of water. and yet, things are less agonizing when there's something to do in there in addition to clenching fists and cussing. so more water it is.
and all night, too. until about 7 when i stop pretending to sleep. then it's shower, dress, and pace until the clinic opens up at 9. i'll be the one standing by the doors when someone comes to unlock them for the day. first in line, that's my name.
the really sucky part is this:
i don't wear tight pants. i don't take baths. i drink plenty of water. and cranberry juice every night before bed and most mornings. i wipe from front to back, and also apologize for offering what might be too much information there. i don't have sex, so i really can't pee right afterwards. i don't do any of the fun stuff that leads to this, and i do all the things that are supposed to stop this. and still, the uti of doom descends upon me.
what the fuck is that?
no really. what the fuck is that?
argh.
there's the wedding, but that's all kinds of personal stories and stuff that various folks probably don't want out on the internet as it were. so there's nothing to say aside from the fact that i had a blast until the very end when i began to hate people (not specific ones, just people in general... there's a limit to my crowd tolerance). i hated people enough to call in to work and announce my misanthropy as the reason for not showing up. it was just better for everyone that way.
so while eating pancakes and chicken fried steak (while i like both, and was glad to have both, i've never understood how both belong together in a single meal), i said that i should probably blog when i got home, but that i probably wouldn't.
i didn't. i've been home since 2:30-ish. it's a little after 8. see? i really didn't intend to blog today. there was nothing to blog about.
oh, how the tables have turned!
so last night, at almost exactly 11, i experienced the first warning twinges of the uti or doom. i'm experienced enough to know what those twinges mean, and i self-medicated with a tall glass of cranberry juice followed by an equally tall glass of water. followed by another tall glass of water. in fact, i have this giant bottle designed to hold all the water i'd need for a whole day. over the course of the night i emptied the damn thing from full. needless to say, i was up all night.
the plan was such: if things weren't happy in the morning, i was calling in, and then heading out to the walk in clinic. things were happy. i was stupid. things were so blissfully happy in fact, that i amended the plan to include the day. if by around 5 or so things were still cool, then the twinge had been timely enough to devert the uti of doom. such has been known to happen. there's a reason i keep a pantry stocked with 6-7 bottles of cranberry juice.
so, at ihop, all was well. happy. blissful. there were pancakes, after all, and boysenberry syrup. it doesn't get much better, unless you include fried eggs, which i did. i've got half portions of stuff for dinner, too. so all really was quite well.
since i wouldn't be blogging without something happening, it's pretty obvious that things went downhill from there. oh, things were still cool by about 7, when the walk in clinic closes for the night. but from about 7:15 on, things have been all but cool. i've never experienced anything like it. don't get me wrong, i've experienced this, every bit as badly as i'm experiencing it now. but the twinge disappearing and then skipping straight to the agony stage... that's new.
today, i've consumed a bottle of cranberry juice, two of my big jugs o' daily water, a glass of water at ihop, and about three glasses of water while in the bathroom. i hate water right now. i want no more of it. i think i'll be sick if i look at another glass of water. and yet, things are less agonizing when there's something to do in there in addition to clenching fists and cussing. so more water it is.
and all night, too. until about 7 when i stop pretending to sleep. then it's shower, dress, and pace until the clinic opens up at 9. i'll be the one standing by the doors when someone comes to unlock them for the day. first in line, that's my name.
the really sucky part is this:
i don't wear tight pants. i don't take baths. i drink plenty of water. and cranberry juice every night before bed and most mornings. i wipe from front to back, and also apologize for offering what might be too much information there. i don't have sex, so i really can't pee right afterwards. i don't do any of the fun stuff that leads to this, and i do all the things that are supposed to stop this. and still, the uti of doom descends upon me.
what the fuck is that?
no really. what the fuck is that?
argh.
posted by Rehkmira @ 20:20
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