I didn't feel 100% last night before bed - but didn't think much of it until I woke up at 5AM this morning with a Urinary Tract Infection.
So I call the doctor, naively hopeful that since I have seen her before for UTIs that she'd just phone in a prescription. Nope - the office wanted me to come in to pee in a cup to "make sure." So I called work - told them I'd be a few hours late - drove across town - peed in a cup - only to have the lab guy tell me "Yes - you have a UTI." Duh.
If you are one of the very lucky few who have never suffered from this malady - first let me say that I hate you. Secondly - consider yourselves lucky. UTIs suck eggs. While this one was minor, I've had ones before where I was wishing for a quick and expedient death.
64 ounces of cranberrry juice (if I never see another cranberry again....) and one dose of my antibotics later, I'm starting to feel better.
Almost through Tape 7 of Harry Potter. My sister had warned me that the new Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher was a piece of work - and I have to say I concur. And while Harry is still acting like a 15 year old boy - the Weasley twins and McConagle (I listen to these books - so sorry if my spelling is off!) have provided several laugh-out-loud moments.