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April 08, 2007
2 a.m.
It's 2 a.m. and I've been to the bathroom 8 times in the last hour. I have what can only be described as one of the most irritating, painful, and obnoxious ailments known to the female body.
FUCKING UTIs.
This is one of the times when not having heatlh insurance is a real bitch. A quick Google search indicates that there is a dearth of urgent care clinics in my immediate area (although apparently, there is a cottage industry of them in the Fairfax-Burke-Annandale area), and the ones that are within a reasonable distance aren't open at two in the morning on a holiday weekend.
ISN'T THAT THE WHOLE POINT OF URGENT CARE CLINICS?
Anyway, i'm now guzzling water and feeling very, very sorry for myself. I have considered the options: 1) go to the emergency room and spend $500, 2) go to the urgent care clinic in Potomac at 10 a.m. tomorrow, 3) wait until Monday to go to my normal women's care doctor, or (my personal favorite so far) 4) walk right this VERY minute down to the military emergency room a mere 1000 yards away and play the "I'm the admiral's daughter and he's sleeping in the house down the street and PLEASE PLEASE help me" card. After all, what I'm really need is a kind doctor to take 3 minutes to write me a prescription for antibiotics. It's not like I'm asking for a prosthetic limb.
Sniff, sniff--my life is very difficult at these moments. And now if you'll excuse me, I have to pee.
Comments
Yikes:/ UTI's are no fun at all. Hopefully you've gotten some relief by now. If not, chug the cranberry juice and get thee to a doctor!
Posted by: ada at April 8, 2007 03:09 PM
