Yesterday morning I went into work, where I was informed in no uncertain terms just how bad I looked and promptly sent home.
I spent most of the day sleeping, lying in bed contemplating the peeling wallpaper, cracked plaster ceiling and cobwebs in the corner of the door, then sleeping some more, and occasionally rising briefly to check my e-mail and respond to anything that seemed urgent.
I finally went to the doctor at 4:30, listless enough that I ended up lying down on the exam table while I waited for her to come in. I was afraid she was going to tell me I had a virus and nothing could be done about it, but tests revealed a kidney infection. I was so relieved that I had something treatable, I almost started feeling better when she handed me the prescription slip.
Thanks to my first two doses of Cipro (which will protect me from anthrax, too - bonus!), no doubt boosted by the placebo effect, I'm headed to the office again today. I still feel as though someone kicked me in both kidneys, but I imagine that will pass unless it turns out I have kidney stones (again), too. The doctor thought that was possible but unlikely based on the symptoms, so we'll see.
I'm looking forward to thinking about something besides my own health for a change, and I'm sure you're tired of hearing me whine as well. That's the problem with a daily blog - you're forced to talk about what's happening, no matter how uninteresting it might be for the audience. I'll try to discuss something more relevant to the general public tomorrow.