Disclaimer: You’re about to get all up close and personal here. Remember, I’m a nurse. I talk about these things. But we’s all women’s and these things just a happen.
Tomorrow morning I’m doing the Color Run in Atlanta with all my work buds (seriously, like 40 of us). We bought t-shirts, tutus, everything! It’ll be my first 5k in quite awhile and I’ve actually been really excited about running it!
After spending all day at work (12 hours… in an emergency department…), I got home, cleaned up the house, researched my upcoming vacation (more on that later), and then decided to relax for an episode of trash TV before hitting the sack early tonight since I have to get up at 5:30 for the run!
Around 10:20, I got up to pee. As I was finishing, I thought to myself, Self, your empty bladder feels a little funny… like, UTI funny. Being the good nurse that I am, I inspected my urine for anything off. It was dark. But I only drank one bottle of water all day at work today, which is like, 10x less than I drink on a typical day at work. Must be my mind. Back to the couch.
Ten minutes later… Maybe I should just try to pee. Just once. See if it’s okay. So I pee. And notice a speck of blood on the toilet paper right after I pee. And maybe the toilet paper was a little more pink than usual. Hmmm… Still no burning when I pee. I’m okay. I always feel like I’m pissing razor blades when I have a UTI.
Another ten minutes later, after tapping on my bladder about 20 times and thinking it felt weird, I peed one more time. Now it was like little bloody pieces fell out of my bladder.
At this point, I convinced myself that I was going to sit quietly and watch Teen Mom OG (stop judging, seriously, you’re reading my blog all about pee… Teen Mom OG is no big deal) until 11, and then I would pee and reassess.
Peed at 11. Totally leaning towards a UTI now. Wonder why in the h-e-double hockey sticks do I get a UTI after I leave work all the time?! I was there with a plethora of doctors for twelve hours and was totally fine. I also have only ever worked days, so I know the day doctors much better and feel more comfortable asking them for prescriptions, rather than calling random night doctors that I barely know.
So I call work… Ah, good, one of the midlevels I know is working. But he says he can’t call me in a script cause he hasn’t worked there for a year. Hm. Okay. Didn’t know that was a rule. Ask for the other midlevel, who I literally never work with, but I know who she is. She clearly doesn’t know me. And then she says she can’t write a script cause the attending has to sign all the scripts. (Odd, since I have definitely had midlevels write me scripts before, but maybe they got strict or something.) Thank the lawd jesus that one of my day doctors was working the late day shift and was still there! He says he’ll call it in!
HALLELUJAH! I call CVS immediately to tell them to please fill it as soon as they hear the message with my life saving Bactrim. And I’m still thinking to myself, Maybe I won’t need it. It’d be good just to have. Just in case. If I need it. Maybe.
I finish my show and try to call CVS at 11:30. On hold for like, 15 minutes. Ridiculous. So I just head to CVS since it’s 5 minutes away and the pharmacist tells me that he never got a message for my prescription, even though the doctor said he’d call immediately after we got off the phone. I go sit in the parking lot and call the doctor back, who of course, is on the phone with another doctor so I was on hold for a full 5 minutes. The doctor informs me that he really did call right away when we hung up but that he’d call again.
I go back to the drive thru window and let them know and lo and behold, they actually did receive the message the first time! Then they ask for my insurance card, which reminds me that even though I’ve paid over $500 for my insurance, I have received absolutely nothing stating that I actually have insurance. Whatever. I tell him I’ll pay cash. I’m tired. It was only $7.65. Thankfully.
All this time, I keep thinking, Man, I really have to pee. I want to get home.
I get to my entrance of my condo and realize I didn’t buy Azo. (Women who have never had a UTI, if you ever get one, Azo will be your BEST FRIEND.) I pray to the high heavens that I still have Azo in my medicine bin and that it’s not too far expired.
I get home, pop a Bactrim and two Azo (no longer in their box, so who knows about an expiration date… but it’s been a few years since I’ve had a UTI so I doubt it’s new), and sit down to finally release my sad little bladder.
Ahaaa, there are the razorblades and bright red blood in my urine. This is more like the UTIs I know. All in under 2 hours from the first symptom, which is actually longer than it usually takes me. And I’m still entirely perplexed as to how this happened, because trust me, I know how to prevent this. And I’ve been taking preventative measures and haven’t had a UTI in quite a long time.
And now it’s 12:42am, and I’m supposed to be up at 5:30am to head down for the run. Great. I have a feeling that my Azo will kick in by about 2, so my sleep will be severely lacking.
I texted the girls I was driving and let them know I may be heading down later. I’m hoping to be able to pick up my race packet closer to 9 (it takes an hour to get down there) so that I can sleep till about 7, but depending on how I sleep and feel tomorrow, I may just head down to cheer them along. Or walk. But who wants to stray far from the portapotties with a UTI?
$60 into a race… Only to get my first UTI in years. Great. But I think the silver lining to all of this is that now that I’m tucked back into my house, it has started pouring cats and dogs.