last sunday morning, i awoke to an all-too-familiar feeling of a urinary tract infection. anyone who’s ever had one of these knows exactly the agonizing and acute pain they cause. the constant feeling of needing to urinate, producing barely anything, and the slow burning sensation that follows such a pitiful attempt at relieving oneself.
i drove to urgent care and waited in the lobby with all the other sniffling, sad looking people. after painfully peeing in a cup, i finally got to see a physician’s assistant… she told me i had a bladder infection.
so i got my ‘scrip for anything other than penicillin, as i’m allergic, and since i could barely stand to walk, i got some of those pills that make your pee stain the toilet.
after a week of diligently ingesting my nitrofurantoin, i woke up in the middle of the night *burning* up. i couldn’t sleep, my body was radiating such heat that i was sweating and shivering and my skin hurt. i was convinced that i had the flu… i barely called in sick to work and fell back to sleep.
a couple hours later, when the sun was up and i could see, i looked down at my legs and realized that i was having an allergic reaction to the antibiotics.
i had hives. all over. and all of my tattoos were swollen.
i spent the rest of the day either asleep or miserable.