I love doctors. Anyone who can hand you with a small cylinder, like a old film canister cut in half, and without any hesitation ask you to put a little bit of your poop in it is one of the good ones in my books. We're all people, people and I am not afraid to tell you that every time I am asked to give a urine sample I produce it Right. A. Way. I am the put-me-in-coach-I-got-this at the National Finals for urine samples and I do not try and hide the container as I make my way from the bathroom to the sample drop off table because everybody pees, at that moment I just happen to have some of mine in a cup.
Yesterday I went back to the hospital. The very nice doctor explained to me that I currently have an infection in my kidneys. It has a long name that begins with a 'P' that I meant to ask her to write down for me. Apparently this kind of infection usually puts people in the hospital, so she was surprised to be treating me as an outpatient, she was also surprised that I had this kind of infection at all. It is mostly for the ladies. I have tough lady kidneys. So I'm now on a lovely regime of pills which make me feel much better, and a gell that numbs my mouth and tastes awful (I refuse to believe it is contributing).
Doctor out.
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Kelci had that once I think. She was in the hospital for a few days.
ReplyDeleteAsk her about it.
ERIKA