And Then My Kidney Broke....

Remember that fluffy post I wrote on Friday about how it was going to be a good day?

30 minutes after I wrote that blog my day went to absolute bull crap.

While making my 3rd or 4th trip to the ladies room I noticed things "down there" weren't copacetic. Burning, blood, etc.

Hello UTI.

Earlier last week I thought I was getting one on two separate occasions only to discover my symptoms gone a few hours later.

Friday all my symptoms were back with vengeance. Unfortunately, my Doctor couldn't see me until 3:30 that afternoon.

Since I was feeling fine otherwise and I had an important dinner function that evening, I made the decision to leave work early and work out.

I survived my workout without a problem, in fact, it felt good. I showered, got half way ready for my dinner function and went to the doctor.
My doctor was concerned. The results of my "submission" (this is a family blog people) showed I had a serious infection.
He asked me about back pain. I told him while I had some soreness in my back, I'm sure it was from my workout and not my kidneys.
He raised an eye brow and asked "where do you think your kidney is?"

"Here" I said, pointing to my lower back, almost near my butt.

"Where is the back pain?" he smirked

{This is where I started to feel stupid}

I pointed to my mid right flank sheepishly.

He nodded, his look changing from one of mild amusement to general concern.

"That would be kidney pain, huh?" I asked.

My doctor started knocking on my back and we determined that yes, my kidney did indeed hurt.

That's when I started to get concerned. My grandma died of kidney failure when my Dad was 12. While I don't know much specifically about her disease or her death, I do know that kidney pain is nothing to brush off. Problems with your kidneys in general are nothing to brush off.

Doctor man prescribed an massive antibiotic and sent me on my way with a warning. If it doesn't get better by Monday, come back.

Saturday and Sunday were miserable. I felt like I was carrying a 5lb weight on my back. It hurt to move, hurt to bend, hurt to do just about anything.

My fever started Sunday afternoon. The Mama and Mr. Berg were concerned. There was talk of the emergency room. Being the stubborn lady I am, I refused. Who needs an ER bill? Not this girl.

Monday morning I dragged myself out of bed, half crying, I got ready for work and drove into the office. Sick or not, I had a 7:30 management meeting to attend.

Mr. Berg called to get me an appointment at the Doctor. Of course, Monday is a terrible day to see a doctor. I couldn't get in until 3:45 that afternoon.

By the time I got to the doctor, I had a fever, a 10lb weight on my back and felt like death slightly warmed up.

After further review, new submissions, back knocking, belly pressing, and God only knows what else... it was determined that yes, I was worse.

I totally could have totally told him that without dragging myself half way across town.

I'm now on "big gun" antibiotics.

I have strict instructions on how much water I should drink (a ton), how much rest I should get (a whole lot), and how much I shouldn't push it (does coming to work today count?).

So far, only two doses of antibiotics in, I'm already feeling better.

I hope to get back on the workout band wagon soon.
I ate like crap this weekend and yesterday.

Operating under the assumption that eating is better then not, I basically selected meals and snacks based on what sounded good. I practiced moderation, but still, M&Ms? Apparently they are good at fighting kidney infections.

With any luck we will return to our regularly scheduled posts tomorrow.
Work outs will resume on Saturday. I feel it best to give myself plenty of time to rest and relax.

Bad Habit or The Naked Laundry Dash....

Before I lived with Mr. Berg, I lived with Mr. President and My Momma. It was at their house that I first developed a very, very bad habit.

Being a custom home builder, Mr. President is constantly evolving the house he shares with My Momma. If they don't like something they change it, if they'd rather something was some where else, they move it. Thus, some where in the many renovations their laundry room was moved from the first floor mud room to the 2nd floor, just steps away from my room.

See where this is going....

While living with the rents, I always did my own laundry. I'd often start my laundry after getting home from work or the gym. Thus, while throwing in my laundry, I would often strip down, throw in my sweaty gym clothes and make the mad naked dash to my room.

It should also be noted... all of the bedrooms at the rents house are on one end of the house, with the exception of my room.... convienentialy located on the other end of the house, next to the laundry room.

I've continued my naked laundry doing ways since moving into our house on the hill with Mr. Berg. Unfortunately, my laundry set up isn't as sweet. Our laundry closet (yeah, boooo) is located on the first floor, within direct lines of visions from the powder room window and the windows next to the front door.

Again..... booooo.

So, last night after working out and preparing dinner I found myself once again doing laundry. And of course, the laundry strip down was performed. As I was making the naked dash up the steps to our bedroom I hear car stores slamming in the driveway.

Had I been minutes, even seconds later then I was Mr. President and My Momma would have been in for one heck of a show. Their first born daugther, their pride and job, their responsible child, doing laundry in the nude....

Yep, there's a entry for the baby book ladies and gentlemen.