Monday - I
get lucky this weekend wake up with a bladder infection. After wasting forty-five minutes at the Primary doctors office, I find they have changed the rules and now instead of just looking at my urine they want to look at me. This means I have to make an appointment. I leave the doctors office without being seen and go buy cranberry juice.
Tuesday - I go to my Gyn appointment. It's been too soon since my last one, so the rules say I have to reschedule.
a) I go to my Neurologist appointment. The doctor times how long I am able to stand on one foot with my eyes closed, and I've dropped from seven seconds to five. This would concern me if I ever stood on one foot with my eyes closed. He orders an MRI because "You might not be as well as you think you are."
b) He also sends me to get a urine sample and after that to another test to see how much is left in my bladder afterward. I have only 16milliliters left. The nurse is dismayed. "That's good, isn't it? I'm supposed to be empty. That's the point of the test." "Oh, yes, your doctor will be very pleased," she says, clearly unhappy that I am as well as I think I am.
Thursday - I sleep 16 hours.
Friday - I am called to come in a hour early for my MRI, because they have to test my blood because it appears people have been reacting poorly to the fluid they shoot you with beforehand. They've been having kidney failure. I come in when told, an hour early, to be told they can take my blood but not analyze it so I have to come back next week for the actual MRI.
I am pissed. Pissed beyond all measure. It all seems to be designed to ferret out things that don't bother me and make me think I am sick, to protect me from eventualities that well may never happen. And to ignore my bladder infection. I'm peeing all over that MRI machine if I ever get into it.