I think the dog is afraid I’m dying.
She hasn’t left my side since I’ve been sick. She is currently planted under my computer chair, but she goes with me wherever I go (which isn’t far), stays with me when I’m lying in the recliner, and patiently waits outside the bathroom door while I’m doing what I do in there (which includes a lot of groaning because it hurts, dammit).
After three days of this, I’ve finally decided to go to Urgent Care and get it dealt with. I’m tough, but I feel like hammered shit. I look like hammered shit. I get chills in the 90-degree heat, then spike a fever. All I want to do is sleep. I slept half the morning today, then went back for more around 11 and slept till almost 2. Now it’s after 3 and I’m ready to sleep until dinner. Not that I care: I have eaten a grand total of two bowls of cereal since Saturday afternoon. It’s not that I can’t afford to lose a few pounds, but not having an appetite means something is really wrong.
I don’t remember ever having had a urinary tract infection like this. I was thinking it might be a stone, but the symptoms are all wrong. For one thing, I don’t get chills or run a fever when I have one, and the pain gets progressively worse with time. This pain isn’t good, but I can’t say it’s gotten worse; it’s just spread to my abdomen and the middle of my back. Which makes me think “kidney infection”, but of course if I could diagnose and treat myself, I wouldn’t need to go see that doctor who was more interested in my psych history than my broken toe the last time I was in there.
`yawwwwn` The recliner is calling my name again, and I can’t find a position of comfort in the computer chair anyway. ‘Night all.