Crazy-ass week.

July 4th
I felt great, for reasons which are probably silly to the average bear, but I felt really motivated. I couldn't sleep. I was bouncing off the walls.
I thought that now was the time for change.
I was gonna start working out every day, no slacking.
I think that all the time, but this time I really meant it.
I was going to stop drinking pop all together.
Having recently found out I'm allergic to coffee and cola, and having a strange obsession with the whiteness of my teeth (so I gave up tea too), my Mt. Dew intake had definitely increased.

July 5th
I wake with moderate to severe back pain.
I go to the bathroom and find that I'm urinating blood, a significant amount of blood.
And Aunt Rose isn't due for weeks.
I read about it online, knowing it's probably a kidney infection.
It says if you have a fever, go to the ER.
I did have a fever, but I didn't want to tell my parents.
Eventually I did and my mom took me to the hospital, which was packed because all the doctors' offices were closed.
We went to Physicians Health Care instead.
I peed in a cup.
By then it looked like say...grape juice.
The doctor told me I did in fact have a severe kidney infection and if I'm still peeing blood on Monday, which is my birthday, I probably have kidney stones.

I take some antibiotics, which I've taken before, which made me ralph.
I also got a nifty pill which numbs my bladder so I can't feel the pain, but I only have one left and it's only Thursday.

I still had to work and not being able to go to the bathroom as much as I need to or drink as much water as I'm supposed to be drinking was a bad thing.
I have the day off tomorrow and on Saturday's I'm there alone, so it should be better.

The upside is, caffeine causes my medicine not to work, so I gave it up completely.
Now I can really give up pop.

I'm still peeing blood, so we'll see what happens on Monday.

Not fun.