Last night I started feeling off. Just not right. Not sick, but not right. As the evening progressed I knew exactly what it was, and was glad I was planning on going to the GP today anyways.
So today didn’t go as planned. I hardly slept, I was so uncomfortable. I finally dragged myself out of bed around noon, which was when I was meant to be in class, but there was no way that was happening. I showered and got dressed and dragged myself to uni to the GP. Basically they start taking names for the walk in at 1:30, so I got there at 1 so I could be first and then get on with my day. I was not the only one who had this plan, but still managed to be first in the queue.
I explained to the GP everything that was going on; what happened to me with the neuro, and I’ve decided I am going to make a formal complaint about how I was treated. Additionally, I was hoping for some med changes, and asked for the refills I needed. And I also explained how I was feeling, and that I was fairly sure I had a UTI. (Yeah, yeah TMI.) (Granted any woman who has had one knows exactly what it’s like and I am SO glad it is not like the first time I had one when I was convinced I was dying and peeing blood (yes, I know) and ended up in the ER at like 2 in the morning courtesy of my at the time boyfriend. Whatever they gave me fixed me right up and I was at kickboxing for 8 the next morning.) That was early in my 20’s. Now, pushing 40 here, I knew the plans I had for the gym for today were not happening.
I left and got my prescriptions filled and grabbed a coffee at Starbucks, and headed home. I haven’t really done much of anything this afternoon/evening but sort of sit here. I’m still feeling kinda ick, but I hope I am doing better tomorrow.