How Bonanza (and antibiotics) saved the day

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Weeeell. Things sure don't get boring around here. Especially yesterday. Today I can almost laugh about it - almost. Why do these things tend to happen at the most inopportune time? Not that there is ever a good time for a kidney infection. A WHAT? Yeah.

You see, I woke up yesterday morning feeling not so great, but not too bad yet either. Like, I figured I had what would be my first UTI (Uterine Tract Infection) ever. (Be warned, this post will be TMI - too much information.) I didn't know then, what I know now - that if you are actually peeing blood (see, I warned you!), you should maybe not just carry on with your day as if it's no big deal. But - I figured if it didn't clear up on its own I could still go see a doctor the next day. Because you see, I had planned on spending the morning like THIS:

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And let me tell you, if you have NEVER spent your morning like THAT you are seriously missing out. Yeeehaaaw!

So, I put on my cowboy boots and jeans, got the kids off to Kindergarten and drove out to the stable. By the time I got there, I felt worse. Way worse. By now I could tell my body was really fighting something, and it wasn't just a couple bad guys in a bar fight.

(P.S. Aaaw, poor Adam, did we lose a tooth there?)

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I said hello and goodbye to my unridden horse and went to see my gynecologist. By now, I was feeling nauseous, had the chills, my hands were numb, I had trouble seeing, and my whole body ached. Not to speak of the pain when I needed to pee, which was a constant urge. In short - I felt like the chuckwagon had run me over at full speed.  

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My friendly doctor took one look at my pee sample and at me, put me on a bed, dirty cowboy boots and all, and pumped me full of antibiotics right then and there. I also got some water and pain killers - aaah.

I told her I wanted to go home because I needed to pick Finn and Lily up in 2 hours, but she looked at me like I was the two-headed calf and said, "You have a rapidly progressing infection, are severely ill and that amount of blood in your urine is nowhere near normal for a UTI. I'll have you transferred to the clinic where I work part-time. There is no way I can let you drive your wagon home in your current state."

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Awesome. Just what you want to hear when your husband is half a world away, your neighbours are on vacation and you have no relatives nearby. To make a long story short, I rested up at her office, the pain killers and antibiotics kicked in quickly, and I convinced her to at least let me go home to make arrangements for the kids in case I did need to go to the hospital. So I high-tailed it outta there before she could change her mind, with strict orders to phone her immediately if things got worse again or I would not be significantly better within the next few hours.

I picked Finn and Lily up, and told them they could watch DVDs on my laptop because I needed to rest. Which I did. I think I slept for 3 hours straight.

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I have a whole new appreciation for antibiotics now. What I am on is powerful, where one dose is usually enough to clear up an uncomplicated UTI. I am on 2 doses a day for 10 days.

I'll be ready to party again in no time!

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And, you will NEVER guess which DVDs Finn and Lily picked to watch. ☺

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P.S. I know most of you think I'm totally looney for watching a family show from the 1960s (now, that might or might not include my absentee husband), but I promise you, Bonanza is so awesome. Not just because Pernell Roberts was one of the greatest actors ever (so what if he hated his role as Adam!), but because of all the bloopers and inconsistencies. You haven't noticed? Okay, I'll humour you. I have time on my hands since at 10:30pm I am still doing laundry and will be for a while. (My precious son managed to throw up on all three beds in his room tonight in one fell swoop - the top and bottom bunk, and the trundle underneath. Don't even ask.) 

So, here we go: do you notice anything in these pictures that does not belong in the 1880s?

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(Hint: look for a pick-up truck parked behind a shed and a "well hidden" cable on a table.)

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And then (parental supervision advised! and I promise, I haven't told or shown my kids this!), there of course is the well-known fact that a certain cast "member" (no pun intended), ironically called "Little Joe", had a strong aversion to underwear.

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Neil will kill me for posting this. I'll just blame it on the meds I'm on. I haven't had this much fun making a post in a long time.

And my dryer is done. Time for the next load!

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