I have spent most of this work in a tizzy. Yep, a tizzy is the best word I can come up with. A dramatic fit of crying all the time and feeling scared and sorry for myself.
I don't want to dwell.
But here's the long and the short of it.
Friday: Diagnosed with UTI, given antibiotics
Monday: Go back to urgent care, symptoms are not improving. Take another sample and a culture this time. Refer me to OB.
Ob says it's getting better from the second sample but will wait until culture.
UTIs hurt, yo.
Tuesday: Call OB. Tell me to take a urinary pain reliever and wait for culture to come back.
Today: Culture came back contaminated or whatever, I didn't give a good sample.
Ok, enough complaining. Seeing OB tomorrow and I will get this figured out. Taking lots of probiotics and guzzling cranberry juice.
Tonight, I decided I will not sit here and be miserable. I seriously need to be happy. I need to have a little fun. I can't be like this for 27 more weeks. Can't do it and won't. I need to live for the day because RIGHT NOW I am pregnant and RIGHT NOW I have this baby as my future-stupid UTI or not. I know this feeling won't last, but I'm trying to write it out so I remember to come back and read this.
So...I turned on my Michael Jackson History CD-on full blast-and got out my scrapbooking stuff and made some birthday cards and scrapbooked a few pages. Then I went out and bought my dog....a.......
SNUGGIE! (Do they have these in other countries? I think they are ridiculously funny, and the commercial cracks me up. Here is the commercial for the actual human one:
People buy these like crazy here. It cracks me up.
So, anyway, I am hanging in there. Not feeling the greatest, but hoping this all gets resolved soon.
Love to you all.
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