Tep, that stuff does indeed rock, but be aware you'll need to go off it at least 12 hours before going in for the pee test that will get you antibiotics, because it masks the UTI.
It is one of the best drugs ever made, however.
It's an azo dye, so it can screw up the pee test. But since there's no way I could even see my doctor before 9 a.m. Tuesday (and realistically, more like post-noon Tuesday), then hopefully it'll make the rest of my weekend much more tolerable.
I also have mass quantities of cranberry juice (as an aside, do you know how hard it is to find real unsweetened cranberry juice, not cranberry juice "cocktail," which is loaded with sugar and very little cranberry?), which is probably closing the barn door after the horse ran through my urethra, but it can't hurt. I know that forcing large amounts of fluids will make me pee a lot, which can only help by flushing out some of the bacteria.
...which might make things dicey if we go see Star Trek. Dang.
Unrelatedly, we tried to go to Taco Bell to get the kids' meal b/c the toy is luchadores you put on your thumbs to thumb-wrestle, and the Taco Bell drive-thru voice over the squawk-box said that their kids' meals didn't come with toys. FAIL.
And wow, is real unsweetened cranberry juice TART!!!
I need some vodka.
kills the pain, helps with healing. Works for me.
And wow, is real unsweetened cranberry juice TART!!!
It is. I drink it diluted with a lot of water. Like, 7:1.
And, related to the Taco Bell debacle, here is the unedited transcript of a conversation that occurred right afterward:
Me
(in really horrible Mexican accent, waggling my thumb): Si, senor, I am el luchadore magnifico!
Me
(in same horrible Mexican accent, waggling my other thumb): No mas, muchacho. I weel beat you down!
Me
(back to thumb #1): No! No wan can keel El Fuego!
The Boy
(waggling his thumb): Arrrrrrrr!
. . .
Me:
That was a pirate! Pirates aren't luchadores!
The Boy:
There could be luchadore pirates!
Me:
No. No, there could not be. It simply wouldn't happen!
The Boy:
I think there could be if they wanted to.
Me:
...I can't talk to you when you're like this.
MASSIVE DORKS.
Buffista sprog?
Little genius!
And also, what's up with schools banning books now??
Shir, loads of grand/father-ma.
Steph, hope the UTI clears quickly.
My STBX Landlady is a passive aggressive person, and she makes me passive aggressive or just aggressive. Can't wait to see the last of her. I'd rather just be straight up with people.
Harvey-purrs and punctuation, erin_o.
Peace and stress-relief~ma to Shir's dad, and her whole family.
Cranberry~ma for Teppy.
OH HAI Minnesota. (Apologies to Daniel and other Midwesterners, but my experience confirms that behavior.)
One of the residents I work with is sooooooo this. She will walk up and say, "I don't need an aspirin."
Then we have to go through a whole litany of, "Do you want one?"
"No. Maybe I can have one tomorrow."
"Where does it hurt?"
"Nowhere."
"Is your (insert various arthritic joints and other known issues) bothering you?"
"Maybe just a little."
"Point to where it hurts." Which she may or may not do. Or perhaps five minutes after convincing me that she is not actually in any discomfort and had been just flapping her gums to make conversation, she will say, "My shoulder hurts. I'm sorry to bother you. Can I have an aspirin?"
On the other hand, anything she complains about outright? Total attention-getting behavior. So we steer her to things like applying Ben Gay or using sweet oil ear drops, or I make her "Special Medicine"by mixing different juices with water.
