Well, suck it. Another backdated entry!
The day started off beautifully enough: sleeping in, coffee, luxuriously relaxing morning.
But I noticed a twinge when I went to the bathroom before showering. You may already see where this is going.
Grrrr called around noon to see what I was doing in the afternoon, and I’d thought of a couple of things but was just kind of hanging out….and then…little by little I felt that olllld familiar ache in my lower regions.
I haven’t had it in years, but I just knew what was coming. And it wasn’t going to be pretty. I needed to nip it in the bud–STAT!
I thought I’d just run up to the doctor’s office at my work, so I started out that way and called the office as I did. Unfortunately, the doctor I normally see wasn’t in, and the other doctor couldn’t see me until tomorrow–afternoon!
I nearly cried. But I turned around and headed to the urgent care place. By this time the ache was excruciating. And when I walked in the place I DID start crying because there were like 60 people already waiting!!! I signed in and tried to tell the receptionist that it was an emergency, but she was having nothing to do with ME. I sent a text to Grrrr telling him where I was, and when he called back immediately, I broke down in sobs and had to walk out of the office to avoid a scene.
Luckily the urgent care is across the street from a supermarket, so I followed Grrrr’s instructions (love him!) and walked across the street and got some instant relief through a big container of cranberry juice and gossip mags, and then went back to urgent care to wait and wait.
What a way to spend a vacation day, eh?
Waited, waited, waited some more. Waited while people all around me coughed and wheezed and farted and gruffled and…generally stank. Seriously, the BO in there was stifling.
And then I got the phone call. The doctor who couldn’t see me earlier was going to call in a prescription for me!!! YESSS!! I gave her the number of the pharmacy at the supermarket across the street, went over there and picked up medicine and drugs and dinner.
Got home at exactly the same time as Grrrr. We made dinner and ate, but the pain was still bad and getting worse. The only thing that made me feel any kind of better was to hold my crotch and put pressure on the “tube”, ya know? I didn’t have any pain relief, but knew what I needed and Grrrr went to the store and saved my LIFE!!
THANK YOU, THANK YOU!!
And then I fell asleep on the sofa. And that’s why I’m writing yesterday’s entry today.
What a day.
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