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Well that was an unpleasant stretch of days. There I am tooling along managing two jobs and my family without losing too much around the edges (of course this place took short shrift but you gotta do whatcha gotta do.) when bam, a passive UTI, rather symptom-less so as I wasn't even sure I had one, turned into a nasty kidney infection, an uncomfortable Thursday night, complete with fever, had me set to hit the after hours clinic after work on friday. I made a good face at work but my supervisor is a Mom with grown children so she called me out pretty quickly, she immediately began nagging me to leave and go to the doctors, I relented around noon and set an appoint for two thirty expecting antibiotics and the weekend to get straight before heading back to work. Total loss? Two and a half hours so ok, that's not too bad. By three o'clock I am heading home with said antibiotics, a much stronger version than my last treatment (less than two months ago). When I got home I took a pill and settled in for a little unpleasantness, I had no idea. That night I suffered fever, a headache like I have never ever known, shaking sweating and weakness. All day Saturday I shuffled from the bed to the couch and back again seeking some kind of comfort. I was so thirsty I drank glass after glass of water only to feel as though I was simply transferring the liquid to my skin. And The Headache, my God, The Headache. Trying to still be a mother through all of this (My Darling was forced to work the saturday) I insisted after six hours on the computer my son at least dress. A battle ensued ending with my giving up and sending him to his room. When I woke almost an hour later I didn't hear him so I thought he was playing quietly (he does that from time to time even off the computer) still I decided to check on him. I found him curled up, asleep, in the big rocking chair. I realized he thought I was sending him to time out in his room with entails him sitting quietly in the rocking chair. Since I didn't come to release him he went to sleep. Who's the bad mother, that's right, it's me. I scooped him up and moved him to my bed where, to my surprise, he continued to nap. I laid down next to him and fell back to sleep and that is where My Darling found the both of us when he got home from work. I had done absolutely zero but sleep all day. I took the kid outside when he woke up to try and give My Darling the chance to nap. There I was, better than eighty degrees in the shade, and I am bundled up in sweat pants, shirt and hoodie (with the hood up to shade me from the bright light at my back being sensitive to the light due THE HEADACHE) I'm sure the neighbors glancing from the next property wondered a bit about that if they noticed. As soon as My Darling came back down I returned to the shelter of the darkness in my room and prayed (it's and expression) for release. Skipping dinner as I had skipped breakfast and lunch (for the record I did feed the kid) I suffered in the darkness until I couldn't stand it anymore and declared, to no one since the rest of the house was asleep, This can not be right. I tore at the instructions from the pharmacy, stapled rediculously so as to make reading the side effects almost impossible and then moved to the computer where I found out that almost all of the horror that I was suffering was listed there as "possible side effects" with the also encouraging "physicians should evaluate the benefits versus the side effects before prescribing this drug." The instructions also indicated that I should seek medical help NOW. I called my doctors office, which staffs an after hours nurse who can weed out people who should head off the the emergency room from those who should make and appointment in the morning to see their physician. She sent me to the emergency room. So, at one o'clock in the morning, on Sunday, after startling My Darling awake and boy did that suck when I had to tell him after such an disturbing awaking he had to take me to the hospital. He dressed, installed me in the car and then returned to the house to get the kid. My Darling returned with a bundle of little boy, blanket and tiger. The kid dropped back to sleep for the trip. Once we arrived at the hospital there was no wait, I registered and was lead back to the room asked to change (which is when I realized I was in my pajamas and had no underwear so I left my pajama bottoms on.) Questions, blood draw, IV, prodding, more questions and through it all THE HEADACHE. They try so hard to make it go away. They gave me Dilaudid and some other pain medication which took the edge off the flank pain but not THE HEADACHE. Neck pain + headache = Spinal Tap. The doctor tried to assure me it wasn't as bad as I thought after all it is the same as an epidural, right? I reminded him that I was distracted by the whole labor pain thing and didn't notice much of anything else. I was pretty sure sans labor pain I would notice the pain of the procedure and it was all I dreaded and more. It was interesting listening to him teaching his intern how to perform the procedure and why he did what he did. But even concentrating on that was eventually impossible and all that was left was the pain. While I was still crying My Darling and the kid came into the room so I quickly recovered myself and smiled so I didn't upset the kid. Almost five is not old enough to understand so there is no explaining, just mommy is sick and the doctors are going to take care of her. They diagnosed the kidney infection I knew was there (no meningitis, well of course not where would I have picked that up?). They could send me home with the same antibiotics that had dragged me over the coals or they could admit me and use IV antibiotics. THE HEADACHE decided I had to stay, surely only a hospital could make this pain go away and so, early Sunday morning, I was admitted to the hospital. There is more but I need to rest, I'll be back I wish you Peace ~alison~ Leave a note: �
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