Sunday, a real difficult day. It started fine after a reasonable night. Then I go for a piss and get pain again. I am immediately thrown into anxiety and start drinking a lot of water and taking paracetamol. I battle it for a while trying to get on with things. I hook up the battery charger on my car and test the PC speakers that have been playing, but eventually it gets to me and my symptoms worsen. I ring 111 and talk to them. The upshot is I am referred to the out of hours clinic at our nearby sports centre, but not until 4:30. I try to keep busy or at least do things, like test out my new battery tester and charge up the newly delivered jump starter. All this time I am drinking pints of water and taking paracetamol. With time getting on I have a shower. I think my symptoms are easing but its time to go to the clinic.
My partner drives me to the clinic where after a shot wait I am ushered into the clinic room. The medic takes details and checks my records and takes my vitals. She tests my urine sample which looks clear to me but she is certain that there is blood in it. I am prescribed antibiotics and sent on my way. My partner drives me to the chemist where the prescription has been sent and then drives me home. I am just about out of energy, I am anxious and edgy so waste no time in getting my first dose of antibiotics down me. I try to relax while I do the Tesco order for my eldest daughter for next week and then eat tea. I have yet to pack for the four nights away at the Spa and I need to check my car tyre pressures. My efforts to get my car battery up to speed has worked. The blog gets drafted early before I pack and watch the last in the series of Death in Paradise. There are night meds to take and then bed in the hope that all the pills inside me are working. Today has been a real challenge, the worst of it is the levels of anxiety that the return of my symptoms induces in me. Its a real gut response, my head knows what its about and I access my coping strategies but frankly they do not work very well. The bottom line is that I just need to tough it out and get on with things and where better than in a spa.
