I took a sick day today. The heat in STL right now is really unbearable, and it's finally taken a toll on me. That, combined with my overload of work right now was enough to make me say "I need a mental health day." It's not like I don't have a bazillion sick days. Really, a bazillion.
For the last few days, I've been thinking I might have a UTI. I had them chronically growing up, so I know the symptoms well. I called the nurse this morning and she wanted me to come in to give a urine specimin. I'll start antibiotics tonight, just in case, but we won't have the results until early next week.
While I was there, I talked my way into a chance to hear McBaby. The past few days have been so "normal" that it made me wonder if everything was ok. Since I was already at the dr office, I figured I'd ask. And they obliged. She gave me the typical intro "it may take me a few minutes, blah, blah" but the second she put the Doppler on my belly the h/b was loud and clear, woosh, whoosh whoosh:-) I cried. I'm pathetic. And then I cried more on the way home.
Now I think I can make it until my next appt in 13 days:-)