Just when my ducks were lined up. I was feeling a bit off with fasting for Yom Kippur. Not just hungry (not a big deal), not just thirsty (more of a deal) but off. I couldn’t make it through the entire morning service. I did my torah portion with a quavering voice and left about thirty minutes early.
I got home and had just a bit of water. I should have chugged it down given what was wrong. I had noticed some discomfort on urination but I hadn’t connected that, my dehydration and all to coming down with a UTI until after the break fast. After talking with a friend with an MD I started taking 500mg of Cipro 2x/day and I’m doing better. At least I’m not saying ouch every few minutes like I was in the car coming home Saturday night.
I have no idea how the UTI happened this time. The Parkinson’s causes autonomic nervous system issues including constipation, perhaps some of the forcing caused bacteria to move in bad directions. All I know is that the timing is (pardon the expression) piss poor. I have a call into the surgeon’s office to find out when the surgery is and explaining about the UTI to find out if we need to delay and whether I need to do more than I’m doing for the infection before the surgery.
For those who still wonder. No, can you possibly imagine that we do this by choice? It is hard being a woman. Getting these awful infections, having expensive underwear like bras that fit poorly, wear out, stop fitting and have to be replaced randomly. Having social approbation curtailing your behavior just because of your sex? Sure, sign me up.
I’m much happier this way, but not because it’s easier, or better from a rational viewpoint. Don’t get me wrong – I like my pretty things, but that’s exactly because I’m not a man, so it’s a bit of a tautology to say that. (and not universally true, there are men who like pretty things too)
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