You know that bladder infection I mentioned yesterday, that I hoped was going to go away? Well, it didn't. It turned into a kidney infection...
I was late for work this morning, as it had kept me up a little in the middle of the night, and had made me feel like utter shit the following morning. When I got there, I was under the impression it was just the morning that was making me feel worse, and that I'd feel a lot better as the day went on. I had a good morning, then carried on trooping until it got to my first lunch hour.
I went for a walk, with my lunch, and sat up by the moat. Wells was packed with people. It was a beautiful day. The market was on, along with a flower festival. People sat eating their pic-nics, whilst a few of Glastonbury Festival's most privileged roamed around in wellies, looking for local showers, and nutrients, no doubt. A gazebo stood tall and white, outside The Bishop's Palace, and a swing band summoned tourists to this little patch of green. Despite this lovely summery scene, I began to feel iller.
As the afternoon dragged on, my infection developed, and progressively got worse. I kept having to use the toilet, and my right kidney began to ache...
It got to around 16:00, and I had to be sent home from work, due to crying in the office, from the consistent agony. I went straight to the local pharmacy, and had to ring "111" to book an emergancy appointment with an emergency GP, as it was a Saturday.
Colin found me in Boots, and drove me to Shepton Mallet's local hospital, to see the doctor. I then had to wait another 20 minutes, to get my prescription.
After I had seen the doctor, all I needed was a chemist... But there were no chemists open after 19:00!
We ended up travelling around, whilst still in complete agony, looking for at least one chemist that was going to be open! Finally, I ended up having to ring the emergency "111" number again, to find out where the nearest, OPEN pharmacy was. We then had to travel to Cheddar!
By about 20:00, I finally had my antibiotics, and ended up not returning home until 21:00. But after taking just 1 pill, I felt miles better.
I have had a Thai green curry cooked for me, and am being looked after by Sean. So a special thanks goed out to my brother Colin, for driving me around, buying me my prescription, and going food shopping, all after a hard days work! Also to Sean, for consistently being there, whenever, and wherever I need you!
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