I'm sick.
I've been peeing fire for over a week now. I went to the doctor last Friday, but they failed to spot that my urine sample wasn't the cleanest of catches and sent me home telling me there wasn't anything wrong with me.
Saturday evening Ii started feeling off color.
Sunday I was dragging ass. Sunday night I was on call and had to go sit vigilance with a patient (sat next to his bed and half-dozed my way through the night, listening for his breathing to change or to cease. It reminded me of having a newborn baby again).
Monday I felt rough. Very rough. I got home from the hospital around 6 (my patient was still going strong and his vital signs were better than they had been the night before), slept until 10, and ran alternating fevers and chills the rest of the day. I said that if I wasn't feeling better today, I'd go to the doctor again.
I wasn't feeling better today, so I went to the doctor. Apparently my urine is just full of white blood cells and some blood to boot, which means that the infection has charged up my ureters and into one of my kidneys.
Yay. I have a kidney infection. I know from past experience how simply joyful those things are. I'd rather walk naked through the mall than have a kidney infection. When the doctor told me, looking all satisfied because he'd made a diagnosis, I said "yeah, I know". I wanted to get all up in his face and yell "this wouldn't have happened if someone had listened to me last week when i said I was sick!!!!!!!!!!!!!"....but I didn't have the energy. I was too weak from the kidney infection that I got because none of the so-called 'trained professionals' would listen to me when I said I was sick.
I've spent 3 days in bed, sweating and shivering and aching and feeling like I have a hot rock in my belly and flank because nobody listened to me. It's going to be another few days before I really feel like myself again. The thing that really pisses me off about this?
It was all preventable. None of this need have happened.
All someone had to do was listen to me.