There’s nothing quite like a new experience. But I don’t think I like this one – I have a UTI. For those who don’t get the acronym: a Urinary Tract Infection.
Not so sexy.
On the bright side, I don’t have the burning sensation when peeing, or the peeing of blood. (I feel so lucky.) No, I just have the strong desire to pee, all the time. Like there’s something pressing on my bladder. Gah.
Really not so sexy.
Where is gets funny, of course, is the doctor’s rooms. I found time to drop in, but without an appointment I was taking the chance of not being seen. Luckily for me, the receptionist was very helpful once I’d had to tell her why I was there, and I didn’t have to wait long before getting to do the fun ‘pee-into-a-plastic-bowl-and-then-pour-it-into-a-jar’ routine (I managed not to pee on my hand. Go me!).
The nurse confirmed pretty fast that I did indeed have a UTI, and then the doctor whisked me off to her office for the doctoring part of the visit.
“You just got married, didn’t you?” (She’s thinking it’s ’cause of all the sex.)
“Er, no. Until three and a half years ago is recent?”
“Having more sex than normal?”
“Nope. About the same.” (Of course, that’s a fair amount.)
“Anything else you can think of?”
[wondering] “It’s not because of the thrush treatment, is it?”
She looks at me like I’m an idiot. But what do I know?
“Er, there was anal play last week. Does that help?”
We finally conclude it was probably the anal play. But that was an entire seven days ago, and I was on antibiotics at the time. Why it chose 2:45am this morning to infect my urinary tract, I have no idea.
Still. I leave with a script for different antibiotics, and more thrush treatment. Not to mention a feeling that everyone who’s ever had a UTI (receptionist, doctor, pharmacist) sympathises with someone who has a UTI.
So tonight I’m seeing Hylas for the first time in a week. All I want to do is curl up on the couch and feed him food, and watch Monk and maybe kiss some. And drink the cranberry juice he’s thoughtfully gone and bought for me.
No sir, I don’t like it. But even when it sucks, my life is pretty damned good.