They were going to schedule me to get in on THURSDAY!
My mother called them back and mentioned how I ended up in the hospital following a previous UTI and they got me in yesterday instead, thank goodness. Five days seems to be my limit for these infections and I was already on day 4.
I told the woman taking temperatures at the entrance that I might have a fever. It was like 96.5.
Started to notice subtle signs of change. Far fewer chairs in the waiting rooms, spaced out; no magazines; drinking fountains "out of service"; limit of four per elevator; hand sanitizer stations; almost missed the six-foot markers on the floor. Barely anyone using gloves, though everyone was in a mask. (There weren't many people there.) Was squicked out having to use their bathroom to give a sample but it had to be done. I told the doctor that at home I'd tested inconclusive for nitrite but positive for leukocytes. Literally right then the lab results arrived and she said, "Well, you're positive for everything, now."
She prescribed me an antibiotic, then amended it to include a refill in case I get sick on a weekend again, which was really nice and a weight off my shoulders. Went to have blood drawn since I was due for testing my kidney function and thyroid anyway, overdue actually, because of the pandemic.
They called today and said my thyroid and kidneys are fine, but want me to go in again early Thursday for another blood test since I have a high white blood cell count and they want to see if it's gone down any by then. Assuming this is just a result of the UTI, and I'm feeling moderately better (still not 100%, though I've only been on the antibiotic a day and a half so far), but I've never had to give a second blood sample before, and of course the phrase "high white blood cell count" conjured all sorts of unpleasant thoughts of the ONE disease I've never had any reason to suspect I have.
Really hoping things have returned to normal inside by then.
Even after four years, I'm still so used to abstaining from drinking that it's hard for me to keep myself hydrated.
If I don't reply to you, it's NOTHING PERSONAL. It's my ANXIETY.
(Devetko's boyfriend Stan Brooks & Det. Reichert are horsing around.)
Det. Kristeva: "If it were legal you'd marry me, right?"
Det. Devetko: "Definitely."
(It's legal now!! But Kristeva's already married. ;_; )
"No canoes...no maple sugar...this place is horribly uncivilized."--Manabozho, Escape From Manitou Island