So last night I had a fever/chills thing going on, and was worried that maybe my chest infection had turned into pneumonia. The good news is, I don't think I have pneumonia! The bad news is, I woke up with crippling back pain, was like "WTF DID I DO???" and then it alllll made sense when I started peeing what looked like straight blood at work and having bladder spasms. This was bad: peeing blood is not generally associated with winning at life. As the day wore on several co-workers did double-takes and asked me if I was feeling okay. In other words, the wheels fell off and my body was like "fuuuuuck youuuuu." I couldn't tell if I was dizzy because of the amount of blood I was losing (I doubt it, it always looks like more than it is and given that I don't have a period to contend with I can probably spare some hemoglobin, but...it looks bad) or because I was so damn sick, but I finally asked my boss if I could have fifteen minutes to make a couple of medically-necessary phone calls and paged the doctor on call for my GP. Their recording giving the on-call number specifically stated that on-call physicians would not phone in any prescriptions including antibiotics (which kind of seems to defeat the purpose of an on-call physician if you ask me, because otherwise what can they do besides tell you to go to the ER or suck it up until business hours?), but I figured the worst they could do was say no. Fortunately when I gave a rather minimalistic overview of my symptoms (I left out the fever and back pain and said it was just a tiny bit of blood) and said I felt like it was silly to go to the ER for a UTI but was pretty miserable, the on-call doctor grudgingly said he'd phone in an antibiotic and something for bladder spasms. VICTORY! Given my current uninsured state there was no way in hell the ER was feasible, or even an office visit. Three cheers for merciful on-call doctors! And also for very understanding bosses (the Big Boss himself covered my section for me while I sorted out the rx issue, and asked me if I was okay and offered to let me go home if I needed to, but I said I thought I could tough it out).
It turns out that was a tad overly-optimistic of me, and I did end up paying one of the early-outs $20 to close for me so I could leave an hour and a half early to go and get the prescriptions filled and die in the comfort of home. I was worried the meds would be unattainably expensive, but Cipro hath gone generic (cue choir of angels!) and the phenazopyridine was also gratifyingly inexpensive (the two together were less than $50!), and perhaps the Cipro will also kill whatever is lurking in my chest and this will turn out to have been serendipitous! There certainly isn't any way in hell I could've talked anyone into phoning something in for the chest infection, so I WIN!
Okay, or else mayyyybe I'm a little delirious. In any case I am off work tomorrow and hoping that a day of rest, a ton of cranberry juice, and antibiotics will have me feisty and ready to take on the world again by Wednesday at the very latest.
If the universe would stop smiting me for a bit now that would be fabulous.
And how are all of YOU?