Can you say awwwwwww

Last week I had a pain in my side. I ignored it, no time for pain, only time for Advil. Thursday. . . .pain still there. . . . more Advil and with a bonus a Tylenol 4. . . . . . Friday pain increased, increase in Advil and Tylenol 4. Friday night, I complained to Mr. B. I think I shed a tear, when describing the pain. It felt like someone had kicked me, real hard in the back (lower left side) Boyd thought that because I shed a tear my pain might be sincere (?) He insisted to go to the ER. (his logic: We are going on a 4-hour road trip tomorrow, the road trip was 4-hours each way and we were going down and back. . . .same day. Also, we would be traveling with (2) of our favorite traveling companions (see blogs in February of this year to see who they are. . . they know who they are and they are fabity-fab-fab-fabulous) and it would be supremely unfair to them and to him if we had to make an emergency stop at a small-ish town because my pain was worse.) So I consented to go to the ER at our friendly neighborhood hospital, where a routine physical (you know poke, prod, thump) an ultrasound and a CT scan ruled out kidney stones, but the urine analysis (sorry if this is too much information) found blood and so the diagnosis is Kidney Infection. Yikes!! I've had bladder infections but never a Kidney infection. I need to be better at drinking water.