I'm dying...

For about a week and a half now, I've had a bladder infection. I've known about it but wanted to avoid expensive hospital treatment if at all possible. I figured drinking a heinous amount of liquid would make it pass... I guess I was wrong...

Dave drove me to the hospital last night where we waited for an hour before I got a room. After that it was a 5-minute diagnosis after peeing in a cup. I had a bladder infection. Rather, a kidney infection now that I'd given it the time to spread. They gave me pills, and sent me home...

Come home last night, go to bed at Dave's place cause sleeping alone is the LAST thing I need in this state.

I wake up at 5 this morning and the first thing I do is crouch over Dave's toilet. I woke him up to get me something to eat so I wasn't dry-heaving there all morning.

So I get back to my apartment and check my temperature. No different from last night, just touching 100.

Next thing I know, I'm peeing this wicked color orange. So I run out and check my discharge instructions.... "Return to the ER if you have a fever, vomiting or blood in your urine." Shit...

Guess where I'm going now?