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.



Published by bpnurse

I'm a retired registered nurse and writer who also happens to be street-rat crazy, if the DSM-IV.....oops, 5---is to be believed. I was diagnosed with bipolar I disorder at the age of 55, and am still sorting through the ashes of the flaming garbage pile that my life had become. Here, I'll share the lumps and bumps of a late-life journey toward sanity.... along with some rants, gripes, sour grapes and good old-fashioned whining from time to time. It's not easy being bipolar in a unipolar world; let's figure it out together.

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