Apparently sometimes I need to be reminded...

So this last Wednesday, I was having a conversation with a couple of friends on Facebook about this Vitamin-B supplement that I had bought.  I bought a B-Complex Supplement thinking that it would help with having more energy throughout the day.  Apparently, it is more for regulating stress.  When I took this, I was extremely tired and almost couldn't stay awake at my desk at work.  No bueno.  When a friend pointed out that it helps to reduce stress and how your body reacts to stress, I laughed and said, "Well I don't really have any stress in my life currently, so maybe that's why I'm falling asleep..."  I had been feeling fantastic lately.  I went to the gym on Monday and Tuesday, and had a couple of my best workouts yet.  I felt great!  I decided that maybe I should just switch to a B12 supplement instead and call it good.

By the time I got home.....(less than an hour later)..I was starting to have some pretty uncomfortable, but familiar pains in my lower gut.  Without too many more details, I passed another kidney stone. 

It's about the most uncomfortable pain that you can imagine.  I've heard it compared to childbirth, but seeing as how I've never shot a child out of my junk, this is as good as it gets.

Thursday came around, and I was still urinating an awful lot of blood.  (Again, I won't go any further into the disgusting details...).  I still felt terrible, and that something just wasn't right.  So, I eventually caved and went to the ER, since my normal Dr. was out of town.  I told the ER peeps that I was having a "Man Period" and had a lot of pain, and was feeling unusually exhausted.  They decided that I needed an IV, and apparently decided that a Student Nurse from BYU should give it to me.

Now let me just clarify, needles and shots and all that stuff doesn't bother me.  At least when I know the person giving it to me is a professional.  I still was calm, but just chose not to look in the general direction while she did it.  Next is a play by play of what happened next:

   1.  "1..2..3..POKE.." followed by a sharp poke on inside of my right arm.
   2. "Ooh.....it's a good one..." from student nurse.
   3. Warm sensation on my arm and side....
   4. "He's a bleeder..."from student nurse.
   5.  I make mistake of looking to see what warm sensation is...to notice my arm and side covered in    blood.
   6. Student nurse attempts to grab my bicep to cut off blood supply and stop bleeding, but uses same hand that is holding the IV, which then pops out along with a nice squirt of blood that belongs to me.
   7. Other nurse helps her bandage up my arm, and then does the IV in my other arm herself.  No issue. 
   8.  I feel even MORE queasy than when I first went in, and then am given a nice big dose of Morphine to shut me up I am sure.

Good times.

Ultimately, the Dr. at the ER concluded that I have a pretty severe Bladder and Kidney Infection.  Never had those before.  I just think that it's crazy that you apparently can have any kind of infection that bad and not have any prior clue or symptoms that are noticeable.  Now I can't work out for a good week or so, until I'm all better and done with the anti-biotics they gave me. 

I also have not had ANY soda since Wednesday of last week.  This is terrible.  I hear that I should only be drinking water and juice, but mostly water.  Lots of water.  I would love to wash it down with a nice JD, but imagine that would be even worse than the Dr. Pepper I'm craving as well.  Blast. 

And so, apparently sometimes I need to be reminded......

Reminded that it is totally awesome when I am not pissing blood, or passing kidney stones, or delirious from an infection I was completely unaware of having.  It's nice to be healthy.  It's also nice to be able to pee when you want to, and without writhing in pain and moaning like a wildebeest from inside the bathroom stall at work.  That's just awkward.  Especially if you have to make eye-contact with a coworker when you leave the stall when you're done. 

I almost found myself arguing out loud with my own plumbing.  "Seriously!?"  "You can do better than that..."  "See if I ever do anything nice for you again..."  Again, even more awkward when a coworker overhears this conversation while in the next stall.