two dolla

not quite broken

Just for good measure, I decided to head into urgent care one more time before they closed tonight. Because the doctor couldn’t touch my foot and send me writhing in pain like I do when I walk, he just gave me a walking cast and a prescription to Vicodin. He also gave me orders to come back if it still hurts in three weeks, because then it could be a stress fracture.

Nobody gets why I’m not mad or sad about this, but c’mon. All I need are a couple liters of liquid and some painkillers and I’m home free. I’m elated. And I’m happy that I did this while helping a greater cause. How nice will it be when one day, after all of our fundraising and walking/limping across the finish line, a couple liters of liquid and some painkillers will be all that’s needed to get rid of breast cancer? I’ll take these battle wounds and wear them proudly, dude.

my pee is nasty

I was going to post all my pictures from the walk and write all about it, except I’m having some memory card issues that I’m not competent enough to figure out right now, because the thought of losing those pictures makes me want to cry.

However, I can share my morning’s activities with you. It involved three hours in urgent care while 2 liters of sugar-water were pumped into a vein in my right arm. And during said fluid-pumping, I had to give a urine sample. I’m right handed. Gathering a urine sample is not easy when your right hand is busy with an IV. I’m not proud to admit that I peed on my left hand while trying to fill the cup, but they certainly received a full urine sample, that’s for sure.

As it turns out, I have a severe bladder infection and mild dehydration. Neato! It’s really neat when a nurse says, “Your urine turned out really nasty”. AWESOME!

I’ll probably be scheduling an appointment with a doctor to look at my right foot, too, but I’m going to ice that for a couple of days and see if the rest helps it at all.

And guess what? I’m already on the waiting list for next year’s walk.