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Last night was not cool. Steve and I were playing WoW, and I noticed the pressure on my bladder/urge to pee was higher than it should have been for the amount of liquids I'm consuming. When I went before we went to bed, it huuuuurt. Oh my god. I've actually been REALLY good for almost a year, with only a few scares but nothing resulting in a full-blown UTI. It was the first time in FOREVER!!! And I don't know what I did wrong! I haven't been drinking sodas or erny dranks, and I'm drinking a lot of water! I also follow all the other protocol etc etc that was never really the issue. So whyyyyy?! I forced myself to fall asleep, but I ended up spending the latter half of the night in the bathroom, either stuck on the toilet or curled up on the floor of the bathroom. It was so bad that I even took some Pyridium in hopes that it would at least relieve that horrible, painful pressure. I tried valiantly not to vomit it back up, but in the end I was the loser. My stomach really hates it, and I know I probably shouldn't be putting things in my body that are rejected 95% of the time... but if I can keep it down long enough, it really does work. My pee is a fun bright orange! And.. uh... so was my puke. >_< I finally got back to bed a little after 9pm (Steve gets up at 10, and I sleep after he leaves from 11-11:20pm), and I was not better per se, but at least I could get a little sleep. When I got up I wasn't in crippling pain anymore, and I've been able to function with just a dull throb/burning, even after peeing. I'm probably going to fill the extra prescription my doctor gave me - I've been saving it for a real emergency, like this.
Grim was adorable and kept me company the whole time, because we're kindred spirits and both have urethra issues. It was fate! Poor us, seriously. When I crawled back into bed, Steve was cute, mumbling in his sleep and pulling me close. Later, when I told him what actually happened last night (he's a deep sleeper), he was like, "Aww! If I was more awake I would have held your hair back for you!" hehe. Ah, romance.
Grim was adorable and kept me company the whole time, because we're kindred spirits and both have urethra issues. It was fate! Poor us, seriously. When I crawled back into bed, Steve was cute, mumbling in his sleep and pulling me close. Later, when I told him what actually happened last night (he's a deep sleeper), he was like, "Aww! If I was more awake I would have held your hair back for you!" hehe. Ah, romance.
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Date: 2011-03-24 03:59 pm (UTC)Aw, you and Grim. <3
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Date: 2011-03-25 07:48 am (UTC)When I complained to my doctor about it a year ago and begged her to help me find a solution to paying for doctor's visits that I KNOW are going to end with a prescription, she was reluctant because she doesn't want to over-prescribe, but I think she could sense the desperation in my voice. So she gave me an extra prescription and said that we can try a system where I call and ask to speak to her or her nurse and get a prescription faxed somewhere. I'm guessing that as long as it doesn't appear I'm abusing bladder/UTI medication ("I don't have to pee so bad! Yay! I love this feeling! I need moar!"), I can work on that system.
Honestly, the worst isn't when I know a person who's never had one (go you!), it's the asshole who says, "Oh yeah, I had one once. It wasn't that bad - I barely knew I had it." It's like, fuck you. Shut your mouth right now. How dare you minimize my pain. It's definitely happened more than once.
And yesss Grim was sooo cute. ^_^
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Date: 2011-03-26 01:13 am (UTC)I think it's kind of sad and sweet that you two can commiserate on how much you'd like to pee without it being a struggle. =( My favorite part of getting sick was that I've always had cats who will babysit me. My cat Rocky was the best at this. He'd often only leave someone's sick bed if he had to pee, and maybe grab a bite to eat, then he'd return to sitting with whoever was ill. It was really the most darling thing.
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Date: 2011-03-26 09:26 am (UTC)I agree wholeheartedly. My heart breaks for him, and his nuzzles and purrs and kisses are so adorably comforting for my pain. We are definitely meant for each other. I LOVE when animals are so sensitive to our needs. It proves to me that they're definitely more than just "pets". They really feel for you! And animals like Rocky, I can imagine that it was also super comforting when you were bed-ridden to have him stand watch over you. Aww.
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Date: 2011-03-26 05:12 pm (UTC)D'awwwwwww. You and Grim. Yeah, I think that a lot of people don't understand the meaning of "pet," especially not as a mutual relationship. It's always sweet when they notice that bad things are happening to their humans, and make an effort to comfort the way they would another unhappy companion. They may not understand why we're feeling the way we are, but they do know that SOMETHING is wrong. And that's not just the attention you pay for just your feeding machine.