Don’t be so overdramatic, my wife always tells me.
But as I’ve spent 30 years of my life as a pseudo-luvvie, I’ve earned the right to have a good and proper flounce if I want one.
It was a weekend of severe illness. A urinary tract infection (UTI) poleaxed me without warning. I’m now so attuned to them that I only need the slightest sign to react. The merest urge to pee when I’ve just finished is the biggest giveaway these days.
In the past, my urine would smell literally fishy. Those days have passed with my now twice-a-day use of Hiprex (methenamine hippurate), which turns my urine into a disinfectant! I use it three or four times a day when I have a UTI. And I will always get a UTI because I’ve got a biofilm built up in my bladder.
Or, as my new urologist puts it: “This is a typical story of chronic urinary infection punctuated by acute exacerbations.” I can’t quote the full document, as it’s five pages long!
So, it’s not unusual for my urologist to have a printed sheet that perfectly fits my predicament. What is unusual is that she is one of the few urologists in the county to treat UTIs this way. I am outside National Health Service guidelines, taking two 100-mg prolonged-release capsules a day while the usual prophylactic dose is one. As soon as I get a UTI, I go up to three, which is the usual dose to deal with an infection.
Sorry if I bored you with all of this technical blather about my bladder.
This time, despite knowing all of this, a fever encompassed me so badly that it turned me into the epitome of a gibbering wreck. It was a real fight to come back from. But I made it, then all hell really broke out.
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