Nothing too terrible, but it has been a bit scary for the past fourteen hours or so. Why does everything happen when doctor's offices are closed? What a pain.
In any case, after enjoying Katie's birthday yesterday, I started to feel nauseous. Like REALLy nauseous. I tried to pass it off on something I ate, but it just kept getting worse and worse. It all seemed to come from my low back - I couldn't tell if it was pain or what, but whatever it was made me so nauseous that I was crying and praying to vomit.
After many many hours of this, the sun finally came up and I called the doctor. Turns out to be a kidney infection. That's good fun. I've never had one of those, and I honestly hope to never have it again. The good news is that I have nausea meds and antibiotics. In addition, they checked my cervix just to be safe and everything there is closed tight and doing exactly what it should.
So, the real bummer was having to take a sick day today. That's the one really tough thing about working 45 minutes away from home...when you're sick, driving just doesn't happen. It can make things so much worse. Right now, being the think-ahead and plan person that I am, I'm trying to save any sick day I have because Lord knows I may need them in the fall. If Bean stays where s/he should, then we're looking at a delivery anytime after the first of November (and class doesn't end until midway through December). So, those would all be sick days. Then, I'd like to take off the eight weeks until spring break to be with the baby (which would give me just a little under three months if Bean sticks to the due date - more if s/he decides to make an early appearance like Katie). As it stands, I have ten weeks (counting what I will get in August). Not quite enough...
Need to sock away a lot of money this summer. Oh well...can't stress about that. Just have to take it as it comes. I do have two internet classes that I'm teaching in the fall and the spring and I intend to keep them whether I'm officially working or not, so hopefully we can create a negotiation of like a half sick day each day or something (since I'd still be "teaching"). My dean is really good about this kind of stuff, so I think it will be ok, but my mind always likes to worry.
Anyway, off to take some much-needed medication and to sleep. I'm absolutely exhausted.