the bane of my existence.
it sucks. it is the most horrible, uncomfortable thing my body has ever been afflicted with. i've had these before, but not like this one. this one has been dragging its feet for a week and a half. i've gone through five different kinds of antibiotics and it just keeps getting worse. now, i'm on a serious cousin of cipro (the drug that they give people when they've been exposed to anthrax.) it's a scary option. it can cause all kinds of bad things. psychosis even. but it seems worth it. because last night, i couldn't even have a blanket resting anywhere near my bladder. i couldn't lay in bed for five minutes without having to race to the toilet and i couldn't get better. i just wanted to cry. and i did. a couple of times.
usually running helps me feel better. well, after my first run ever in my new neighborhood (on sunday) i haven't been able to even look at my running shoes without running for the toilet. i feel like a total slacker. i'm not good at being sick.
today i'm home for the second day in a row. i hate taking sick days. i had to reschedule an important meeting and i'm all out of soup, cranberry juice and anything that sounds halfway appealing to my feverish tummy. so i ate bear mush. it's like cream of wheat. what i really want is a huge, steamy bowl of Pho from vietnam cafe. any takers?