A Kidney Shot...Literally

This has been quite the interesting week for me, physically. I'll spare the details because my old roommates and I use to make fun of people who posted insanely TMI statuses about their health (fyi...no one on facebook wants to know how many centimeters you're dilated). But my trip to the doctor yesterday was too funny not to share. And when I say funny, I mean "Ha ha...I almost died, but didn't, so it's funny."

I have a kidney infection. I had been pretty sure of this since last Friday, but thought maybe it would clear up on its own. Fortunately, my dear friend Heather, 3rd year pharmacy student, informed me that a kidney infection should be treated ASAP. Who knew an untreated infection could eventually kill you?

I found a great little clinic across from my new school. Convenient. Whoop whoop. After some, err...tests, they determined my kidney infection was a little more serious than we thought. Serious, as in, they wouldn't let me leave until they gave me an antibiotic shot in the kidney. Okay...not actually in my kidney. But pretty darn close. It hurt like the dickens. Afterward, they escorted me to the waiting room and told me to wait for 30 minutes. When I looked at them confusedly, they informed me that most people pass out after having this shot and they didn't want me to pass out while driving. Sweet of them. 30 minutes later and no passing out, they escorted me to a different exam room and explained that I needed lots of fluids to "flush" the system. My options were to be hooked up to an IV or go home and promise to drink lots of water. --Side bar: How did these doctors already know that I'm highly unreliable when it comes to following doctor's orders!?-- I chose the latter, obviously, and came home. Only under the condition that I would also take 2 prescribed antibiotic pills before bedtime.

I had no idea kidney infections were that big of a deal. But here is your warning. Go to the doctor or risk the world's most painful kidney shot. Seriously, I think the purpose of the shot was to create so much pain in your leg that you forget that your kidneys hurt. It's over a day later, and I'm still limping.



In other news....

I've been helping Chris study for his upcoming physical therapy test. He labels my arm with all his fancy terms. I label his arm with the answer that is acceptable on my preschool screening test.

There is nothing like a giant plate of shells and cheese when you've been sick for days.

My car has also doubled as our local swimming pool this summer. Every time it rains, inches of standing water puddles on the driver's side. Mostly in the floor board and the driver's seat. After a water hose test, we found the leak is coming from the driver's side handle near the door hinge. We're still not sure where the exterior leak is, so if you think you know, give us a call. I'd appreciate not going into work with a wet tush.

My husband is awesome because...

• He puts up with me in my miserable, sickly state.
• He makes me shells and cheese when I don't feel like cooking.
• He studies super hard so we can enjoy a stable future.
• He tolerates all my faults and quirks without ever yelling or chastising me.
• He tells me I'm beautiful even when I'm makeup-less and haven't showered in 2 days. Love.
• Even when he's super mad because I accidentally locked him out of the apartment and then blow dried my hair for 10 minutes so I couldn't hear him knocking, he tells me he loves me.
• He always stays so calm and level-headed even when I'm in complete freak out mode and planking on the floor.
• He makes life so fun.