“Well, you were right, it definitely started as a UTI,” she said. “But it’s looking more serious than that now, more like a bladder infection. Here are your test results, and here’s normal ranges. It doesn’t look good. You need to start an antibiotic, and you probably should do that by IV, in the hospital.”
“Probably should, or really need to? Because I really don’t feel bad enough to be in the hospital right now, no matter what the lab results show.”
“Probably should. I’ll let you go home and start on oral antibiotics, but if you get any worse – especially if you develop a high fever or start vomiting – you need to get to the hospital right away.”
(It’s about 24 hours later, and I’m still feeling crappy, but not nauseous and I don’t think I have a fever. I can’t check, because I don’t own a thermometer, but I don’t have that sense of my skin wanting to separate from my body. I should be able to avoid the hospital.)
How awesome is this: I wake up this Thursday achy and sick from a bladder infection, and next Thursday I’ll head to get dental work done and then go home and wait for my mother-in-law to arrive. I honestly can’t decide which is worse.