My body is acting up again. I don't know if it's my stress over my studies, or still related to one bad tooth I have (which will be operated on next week) or what, maybe multiple reasons, but when I think I'm okay and go back to gym, I come down with a strange infection.
So, now I have my second UTI ever.
The first time will be eternally etched upon my mind. It was 2006. When the illness hit me, I had a new boyfriend and my condition went so bad so quickly, I wound up throwing up on his shoes from the pain and nausea (we were together for many more years though). The timeline was a few hours from the start of the side and back pain. There was a long waiting line at the clinic, but they let me see the doctor after the smallest babies. The doctor had a super thick accent and the first thing she did was hit my back all over with the side of her hand. When she hit a very sore spot and I let out a yell, she was like "ok you must go to the hospital right now" and injected me with a strong painkiller, which was a very odd experience. I rested the day in a hospital bed, had a course of antibiotics and learned some important lessons about why you get that condition and how you keep it away.
I've since taken many precautions to never go through that again, but I can only guess that something about it didn't go right lately, and yesterday I felt the familiar side and back pain. At first I thought I may just have had a cramp, but then it got worse in the evening, and I couldn't sleep. Being a bendy double-jointed person, I went ahead and hit my back all over by myself, and found a sore spot at my lower back, where I figure the kidney is. I also had fever. So, knowing it could get bad super quickly and wouldn't get better by itself, I went to the hospital, to have a very uncomfortable sleepless night waiting for a doctor to see me. A good thing the infection wasn't as fierce as last time.
I think I was the doctor's last patient during the night. I went in a bit before 3 am and was finally released at 6:30. He was kind of blunt, not quite as nice as his face looked. When I'd checked in I'd told the nurse about the hitting test I performed on myself, and the first thing the doctor did was ask about how was that thought of. I wonder why he asked it at ll; was it maybe a slightly unconventional way to determine that there's something severe going on, since it hurts a lot if there is? I was missing some other classic UTI symptoms, but I knew that not everyone gets all of them, and that a sore kidney means business either way.
Anyway, some other, much less painful tests were performed and it was very obvious that I was right with my self-diagnosis. I'm kind of happy about that. It's good to know I know something about my body.
What I'm not happy about is that I have to eat two different courses of antibiotics at the same time. One for this, one to make my next week's tooth operation less awful than the last one. Sigh. I guess I'll be eating a whole lot of Lactobacillus, because my stomach is going to be very, very upset.