So I wake up in the wee hours of Friday morning to excruciating stomach pain and I start making a mental list of all the people I need to say goodbye to before I die. (I know you think I'm bring dramatic but no. I'm not kidding.) I was in a ridiculous amount of pain and my brain was not functioning properly at this time in the morning. Obviously.
After lying there helplessly for some time, I finally gathered up enough strength to walk to the medicine cupboard in the kitchen a grab my pain meds. I took a dose, drank a glass of water, and tried to go back to sleep. It wasn't happening, so I turned on Netflix.
Sometime between taking my pain medication, watching 3 episodes of Ghost Whisperer, and pacing the living room floor, I fell asleep again. I woke up around 6 a.m. in even more pain and went sprinting to the bathroom where I threw up my pain meds and the water I'd been drinking.
Friday is a blur, to be honest. The pain I was in continued to worsen by the hour and I started to run a fever. I woke up early Saturday morning, talked to my mom, and we both agreed I needed to go in as soon as possible. I horrendously attempted to shower and then my mom drove me to the medical center.
We get there and wait F.O.R.E.V.E.R. because scheduling an appointment at 10:45 obviously means you aren't getting in for at least an hour after your scheduled time slot. Anyhow, once the doctor finally saw me he was going on and on about bladder infections and how that was most likely the issue... Blah blah blah. As he's talking, I'm sorta just rolling my eyes... Like bro, you don't know me.
Now, I'm not discounting the pain bladder infections can cause, but I KNEW that my pain was coming for something far worse than that, so I sorta let him have it once he was done blabbing. He agreed to run some tests after he poked my kidneys and I started sobbing like a baby.
The tests came back indicating a ton of bad bacteria in my body and white blood cells in my urine, (those aren't supposed to be there,) so it was a clear indicator there was an infection going on. A kidney infection, to be exact. After we finally had a clear diagnosis, I got a few super doses of antibiotics and got sent home.
The rest of Saturday is a complete blur. The pain was by far the worst I have ever experienced, but after the antibiotics kicked in I got really hungry. I was holding everything down and tolerating my pain medication, but it didn't really matter to me considering I was still in nausea-inducing pain. I couldn't sleep, but I couldn't stay awake. I was in and out of clear consciousness. I WAS MISERABLE.
I got another solid two hours of sleep on Saturday night and woke up Sunday morning in the same amount of pain. I was insanely sad I wasn't going to be able to get out of bed, wear my pretty Easter dress, and go to church, but there was no way I was gonna make it happen. I watched church in bed and then drifted in and out of sleep for most of the day.
Monday morning, I woke up feeling achy and exhausted - but I also felt HUMAN and I could finally STAND UP STRAIGHT. PRAISE JESUS HALLELUJAH!
I spent Monday resting, got out for a walk, and even got to hang out with the two kiddos I nanny for a little bit. I ate ALL THE THINGS and I took the longest shower probably ever known to man. Yesterday, I woke up feeling a tiny bit achy yet and with an earache from HELL. I knew this was another infection, so I went back to the doctor for more antibiotics. Sure enough, there was fluid and inflammation like woah. Annoying.
Anyway, my kidneys are on the mend, my ear infection is being treated, I don't have to do my injection this week, and I can walk without actually believing I'm going to kill somebody because of the pain, so I think I'll dance today. And go to school. And smile. Just because I can.
Disclosure: Yes, I am aware that this post uses multiple Elf gif's. No, I do not find those references irrelevant even though it's spring going on summer.