Last night before bed, I took care of my nightly prep...pj's on, teeth brushed, electric blanket plugged in, and, the first of multiple trips to the potty. As I jumped up and flushed, I thought I saw a reddish tinge going down the toilet. I made a mental note to check before flushing in the morning.
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This morning, before my eyes were open good, I headed straight to the potty. I was proud of myself for remembering to check before flushing. I finished my business, had a look in the potty and, yep, there was definitely red in the toilet.
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Next stop, my laptop. According to google, any time there is visible blood in the urine, you should see a doctor immediately. Great! Saturday morning doctor appointments are first come, first serve. I loaded up with quilting squares to work on while I waited.
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Once I got signed in and waited about 10 minutes, the nurse handed me a plastic cup and showed me to the bathroom. Now, even though the cup is about the size of a Dixie cup, I felt like I was trying to pee into a straw! I managed to catch a few ounce and wear a few. Once I cleaned up my arm, leg the seat, the floor and rinsed of the container so not to gross out the tester, I looked closely at the pee inside the cup. Clear as a bell...or at least, as clear as a bell floating in yellow pee.
Now, I was beginning to wonder what in the world was going on. I have no pain, no more blood in my urine; I've paid my $35 co-pay; I'm hanging out in room full of obviously sick people. Would it be rude to just go home? I justified staying by convincing myself that I would have huge kidney stones if I left without talking to the doctor first.
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When the nurse took me to my room after embarrassing me by making me stand on the scales (I threatened to bop her if she told me the number on the digital read-out!), I asked if the urinalysis showed anything. She said she couldn't see anything that caused her alarm.
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I waited a little longer for the doctor to come in. She confirmed that my urine was as healthy as could be and looked at me with a wrinkled forehead. When I confessed that the urine had been red both times in my back bathroom, but no where else, she suggested I go home and clean my toilet. Thank heavens she had a smile on her face when she said this!~~~
So, ya'll have always been nice to me and thought my idiosyncrasies were charming. Does this make you want to change your mind and delete my blog from your list of favorites? My new blog name will be Dingbat in the Basement!
