How the other half live

The weirdest thing happened. I went to the doctor with sickness and pain, and she paid attention and administered appropriate treatment.

I'm so baffled I don't really know how to react. Normally I have to battle through the assumption that it's anxiety or that I'm just nuts.

This time I got a diagnosis of a bad kidney infection, and I received an antibiotic and pain/nausea medication. Again, I am shocked and cannot remember the last time a physician said, "Ah, you are indeed ill. Allow me to treat you competently and in a timely fashion."

This is the way to do it.

Turns out, FWIW, I have pyelo and also an ovarian cyst, so those are good reasons to be in horrible pain. I got two shots of Rocephin, which I dreaded, but truly they didn't hurt much.

And now for a nap.