in days. And it isn’t smelling too good. I’m hoping I can keep it down.
It’s been Hell.
I’ve been suspicious of a UTI for a few days prior to Sunday, but seeing as I don’t take myself to the dr until it’s way too late usually (that link is to my first kidney infection ever), I thought I’d continue the pattern. I self-treated with lots of cranberry juice, water, and ate cranberry sauce by the can until I thought I would puke.
I thought it was getting better.
Nope, it was just moving into another area.
Saturday I was fine. Pato and I even went out and had a couple of drinks together, without kids, for the first time in 6 years. We had so much fun.
Sunday, I was puking. I didn’t understand it because I had 1 beer and 2 bacardi/diets with more diet than bacardi. It wasn’t like I drank a huge amount. I just felt miserable.
Sunday night, my fever was raging. I can’t find my flippin’ thermometer – looking accusingly at my kids – but I remember my last kidney infection, I would say I was close to 104 at least. I was determined to hold out until the morning to go to my doctor, not the ER.
I barely made it through the night. Pato kept getting up to get my ibuprofen and Tylenol and refill my water. I’d be shaking so hard from being cold that my teeth would chatter together and the bed was shaking with me.
Monday morning, Pato got Katiana up and took her to school. Then he came back and got Jordan, Nano, Alyce, and I. We all went to the Dr. (Alyce and Pato were the only ones who didn’t need seen.) I ended up having a massive bladder/kidney infection. So much so that my Dr said, I’m going to give you a shot of the good stuff, then I want you to start the oral right when you get them. You know you’re miserable when you say, I love you, to your dr because he said that he was going to give you a shot. I have not gotten a shot for anything in years, even when my ear drum ruptured from being so infected, just oral antibiotics.
Got that shut in my toosh and was incredibly grateful, thinking I’d wake up Tuesday feeling wonderful.
Au contraire, mon frère.
I’ll get to that in a moment.
Jordan, still hasn’t been feeling good, even after I took him to the ER almost 2 weeks ago and they told me, just a virus…ya di da di da (you know the drill). Well, Jordan has bronchitis. Prednisone and antibiotics for him.
Christiano has had a nasty nose and cough for a few days and I watched him, just like my doctor always tells me to. I decided that he was going to get seen also.
Ear infection and he’s starting to develop what Jordan has. Antibiotics for him.
Let me tell you, the trip to the pharmacy was fun, just because Jordan’s last name is different (he has his dad’s), my insurance card still has his last name also because I haven’t changed my social security card to Pato’s last name. I tried, but I have to send a copy of my divorce papers because I forgot to change it after we were divorced. Need to do that.) Christiano has my legal last name (Pato’s last name). But, it was rather confusing to the pharmacist, and she could not spell either last name to save her life. Neither are difficult. You just have to listen to what I am saying. They sound the way they are spelled. Pay attention to the class please. So not in the mood to stand at the pharmacy in line at that point. My fever was going back up.
Took our medicine that day, both doses for all of us.
My mom came over that evening to help me with the kids. I swear my temp hit 105 at once point. I was shaking so bad. I could hardly walk. My mom told me to get in the shower with tepid water. I said, but it’s coooooold. She said, do you want brain damage? I already was having problems with my joints feeling like they were swelling. My chiropractor and Dr told me before with my other kidney infection that that’s a sign of one of your –crud, I can’t remember, one of your glands not working right, adrenal I think. It can happen with a high fever they both said. I figured I should listen to mom and hop in the shower before I had brain damage from an uncontrollable fever. My fever went down enough from that to give me relief until the ibuprofen kicked in again. I was able to lean on the couch (you know, half laying down, half leaning) from the time my mom left until Pato was able to get off 2 hours later.
Tuesday night was just like Monday night. Horrible.
I woke up Tuesday thinking I was better, just really weak. Yippie for the shot of the strong stuff. I laid down with the kids at noon, not taking another dose of ibuprofen. Got up at 3 feeling miserable all over again. The ibuprofen/Tylenol was just doing a good job of keeping the fever down. When I didn’t take it, it shot back up. Back to laying in bed with covers on my shivering shivering, moaning because my skin hurt, my joints hurt, it all just sucked.
Eventually, the medicine kicked in again. I came out here and sat with the kids who did not want to go to bed (no school today on Wednesday) until Pato got home. I was not strong enough to make any of them do anything. (Not physically, mentally. I was completely empty. Still am.)
Pato came home, I took 2 more ibuprofen and went to bed.
Slept ALL night. Did not get up once shivering. Friggin’ awesome!
I was scared to get out of bed this morning. I was worried as soon as I got up that I’d fall over and the fever would come back. I got up and stayed standing, wobbly mind you, but I was standing. Came in the kitchen, fed Junie, made coffee, took my antibiotic, and 2 ibuprofen just in case, because I’m scared that fever will come back.
Took Junie outside to go.
Came back in, and felt strong enough to sit here and blog a little. Sitting isn’t so bad. I have no strength at all. Standing is hard. Standing for more then a few minutes is impossible. But, I think I’m on the mend. I’m not sure if I’m going to be up for Black Friday shopping, which would not hurt Pato’s feelings in the least bit, but I really want to go. It’s when I get Alyce’s birthday presents. Do you know she is going to be 4 on Dec. 2? I can’t believe it.
Both of the boys were still the same last night when they went to bed. I’m hoping after 2 days of medicine, they’ll wake up this morning feeling a bit better also.
I have to say, and I’ll post this on Junie’s Blog next, but she would not leave my side this whole time. Period. Someone would have to pick her up and take her outside to the bathroom so she would go. I would have to come into the kitchen and sit in a chair by her food dish, leaning my head against the file cabinet so she would eat and drink. It’s like she sensed something was wrong with me and wanted to be there for me. Literally, glued to my side. I adore that little dog.
Oh, and yesterday, when I was laying in bed shivering, Alyce came in, rubbed my head and said, “Mom, do you need some more ‘canbrerry’ juice?”
Yes baby, I would love some.
She went and got me the last of it.
Then she came in with 2 socks. “Here mommy, here’s more socks. And they are long and matching.”
Is she not a doll baby?
You have a wonderful day!
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