When I woke up today, I was in some real pain. I thought the urinary tract infection I had last week had come back, or that I was having another kidney stone, but whatever it is, the pain was intense. I got up and took an alleve, which did nothing to alleviate the pain. I had a percocet leftover from when I had my last kidney stone, so I took that and laid down for a bit. That seemed to help some, but on a scale of 1-10, the pain was still at a “5”, so I called the doctor and made an appointment to go in.
We arrived at the doctor’s office for the appointment about 2:00 p.m, 15 minutes early for the appointment. The waiting room was about half full, mostly adults. But there was one mother there with a toddler. Now, I am not a miserly, mean old hag, but I was at the doctor’s office because I didn’t feel good. This child was allowed to run all over the waiting room, squealing and yelling as if they were outside in a playground. Every time it squealed, I had a surge of pain.
One time I looked at the child and said “Shhhhh!”. You’d think that mother would have taken the hint. That was my mistake. After I paid the least bit of attention to it, the baby came over and stood in front of me, wanting to play with me. That was when I told the mother that I didn’t feel good. She just picked the child up, walked back over to her seat, and put the child back down on the floor, for it to continue running and squealing. I looked at the mother, and she looked back at me, with that familiar look on her face that said, “Isn’t my child just soooo cute?” And I wanted to say, “NO. I don’t think your child is cute.”
The doctor said there was no sign of a urinary tract infection or kidney stone. No bacteria, no blood or protein in the urine. So, they gave me a shot of toradal in my hip, and scheduled an ultrasound for tomorrow, with instructions to go to the ER if the pain gets worse overnight. I am having SO much fun.