I woke up yesterday with some lower back pain. Thought I had slept funky. (It happens) By mid-morning, my lower back and side were seriously hurting. I'm thinking to myself, this isn't constipation. My appendix and gall bladder are gone. What's up?

I had a UTI earlier in the week but did a course of antibiotics. Thought it cleared up.

Apparently not.

I was booked back to back to back to back with appts Friday.
I thought I was going to die on the last one.
Got thru the appt - looks like he's going to be a rather sizeable customer.

I am then driving to the ER. (Doc Xray helped me go thru the other possibilities...) The prospect I had just met with calls me. Asks a few questions. Said he might call back in a bit with a few more. Told him I was pulling into the ER and would be indisposed for a few hours but I'd get back with him.

He said "Wait. You were in pain and went thru the appt with me?"
I said "Yes. I want your business. I was in pain, I wasn't going to die."
He said "You have my business."

So I go through the whole ER thing. The woman doing intake wouldn't know her anus from her armpit. Trying to give her medical history was like remedial reading. Then I pee in the cup. Wait for an eternity. A Physician's Assistant from Haiti comes in. She asked me if I 'made peepee in the cup' (I shit you not!) At least she knew what Raynaud's Syndrome was...  Two hours later, in excruciating pain still, they give me something for the pain. Doesn't do squat. They confirm I have a kidney infection but give me medicine I cannot take and told them so ahead of time.

Finally wait another entire hour to get 'discharged'. But of unskilled people with attitudes. I then head to get my prescriptions filled. Dumbass PA writes a prescription for oxycontin. That's not something she's permitted to do. I have to go back to the effing hospital and get another doc to sign off on the prescription. Incompetence. (we all know how I love idiots but the pharmacist herself called the hospital and told the doc he was a moron and the PA was 'retarded')

Home. Drugs. Sofa. Totally out of it. Had a looooong conversation with Mr. Orlando. (That's another posting...)
I'm feeling a wee bit better but on orders to stay in bed until Monday. (Alone.)