I’ve made it clear in the past that I’m pretty much a wimp when it comes to going to the doctor. But, those were for times that I knew things would likely come up that I didn’t want to talk about (mental health and weight). Just so you know, I’m also a wimp when it comes to general illnesses and whatnot. There is no end to my wimpiness.
Over the past couple days, I’ve had some UTI symptoms. Great. Been there, done that throughout much of my pregnancy (just one of the almost dozen reasons my OB gave for why Baby Girl might come early), so I knew what was up.
When I woke up this morning, I was having quite a bit of pain in my lower abdomen and back, in addition to the other symptoms. Ugh. I told my husband.
“Sounds like you should go to the doctor.”
“I know…but I don’t wanna,” I said in a tone not unlike the one Little Man uses when he doesn’t want to do something. “Maybe it’ll go away.”
“I don’t think a bacterial infection will go away on its own. Want me to call and set up an appointment with your doctor?”
“No. Let me wait until after lunch and see if it’s still there.”
Four to five hours pass and surprise, surprise, it’s still there.
“I’ll call,” Sam told me. While waiting to be connected, he asked, “If you can’t see your regular doctor, do you want to see another one there?”
“No,” I said quickly. Calling after lunch and declining to see another doctor would guarantee that I wouldn’t have to go for the UTI I was pretty certain I had. I could just put off going to the urgent care until Sunday afternoon. Procrastination is the spice of life. Or something like that.
He spoke to them. “Great, your doctor has one appointment left for the day at 3:30!”
I had a couple hours to kill. So in between feeding the baby, playing with her, and having my hair yanked from my scalp, I started thinking about my symptoms. What if I went in and nothing was wrong and I looked like an idiot for wasting everyone’s time?
So I pulled up the WebMD app on my phone. Yes, I know that someone who is prone to anxiety as well as having obsessive type thoughts shouldn’t have WebMD on her phone. Bite me. 😉
Sure enough, everything that I thought I was experiencing was the same was their symptoms for a UTI.
Hmm…while I have the app open, I might as well see what else it could be.
- Irritable bowel syndrome
- Cystic fibrosis
- Colon cancer
- Ascaris worms
- Food poisoning
- Bladder stones
Why, god, why? Worms?!
Naturally, I had to do a Google image search on the worms. I had to. And now you have to see what I found as well, if you scroll any further.
I hate my brain. And now you do, too. Queasy, much? If you’re one of those “ohhh, a worm that could be in my stomach could never make me queasy” types, then GTFO. Just kidding, although I’m jealous.
So I went to the doctor. I did the urine test, talked about my symptoms, etc. It is only a UTI! Hallelujah! No worms! Aaaannnd no sex until the UTI has cleared up. I’m so juvenile that I snickered at that. Sam, on the other hand, did not snicker, especially considering that tonight is our kids-free night (I would call it a “date night,” except for the fact that our past few date nights have mostly consisted of pizza, a DVD, and video games).