My poor daughter. I took her away from her dinner last night. I called two neighbors, and nobody was home, so I called Megan in desperation. I hate to invade her home time, but there was no way I was going to try to drive me to an Urgent Care facility.

Of course I had to give a sample, and was able to squeeze out a few drops of almost pure blood. And yelling and moaning with the pain of even that little bit of flow. The doctor doubled the prescription my own doctor had already given me, and also a prescription designed particularly for bladder pain.

I have an appointment with my own doctor on Thursday--since about 3 weeks ago. How's that for timing?

While waiting for the pharmacist to fill the prescriptions, I offered to feed Megan. She decided on Taco Bell, which is probably not the best place to find low carb menu, but I felt I owed her at least that much for taking her away from her own home-cooked, calorie-carb balanced meal. I ordered iced tea. Raspberry flavored, and a little sweeter than I like, but at least it was fluid.

And on the subject of fluid, you can probably gather where I spend a good deal of my time these last few hours.

.....to feeling better.

Shalom