I swear, I am falling apart!
Last week I had a raging bladder infection.  It’s a problem that runs in our family. If the wind changes too fast, I get a bladder infection.
Usually I rush off to the doctor to get the pills that make my pee bright orange and some antibotics.
THIS time, I decided I was going to fight this the cheap man’s way…with Cranberry pills, Cranberry juice and an obscene amount of water.  It worked!  Yay for me.

This morning I woke up and the infection is back with a vengeance. I called the doctor after I crawled whimpering and crying from the bathroom.

I called my mom whimpering and crying all the way to the pharmacy and she asked, “Don’t you get those from nasty, kinky sex?”

*blink*
*blink*
*blink*

No. I get them because I made plans to go somewhere.  It never fails.

I am now in possession of some bad-ass antibiotics…which will OF COURSE cause me to get a yeast infection.

My mom said, “Well, if you wear your sweats with the hole in the crotch, you won’t even have to pull your pants down to pee.”

That’s my mom, always the bright side of every situation.