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Don't Mind Me and My Bleeding Kidneys

I am a medial mystery.

Well, not really.  But it sounds cooler.

So today is the big day for my first 5K.  I am pretty excited about it.  I wake up, and start going through everything I would like to do today.  Eat a good breakfast, do some stretching, get hydrated, and pee some blood.

Oh, expect that last one.  That was not on my list to do today, but it sure as heck happened.

I know what you're thinking, easy: Urinary Track Infection.

That was my first thought too, except the fact that I have had no symptoms.  Usually, the blood comes after a week or two of an untreated UTI which I would have seen some symptoms.

And when I say I am peeing blood, I mean--blood.  It wasn't like pee with some blood in it.  It was like blood.  It was pretty scary for sure.

Stuff like this only happens on weekends, of course, so I go to urgent care so I can go pee my blood into a cup and show off how freaky it is to some medical professional who may have an idea what is going on.

His first thought was UTI as well.  Except the fact that after running the pee through some tests, there isn't really the bacteria in it that you would see for a UTI.  Definitely some blood with higher than usual protein levels.  His next thought is Kidney stones, but like I said, no symptoms of anything other than the blood.  I think his exact words were, "You're not going to make this easy on me hu?"  As he too, seemed pretty perplexed with the lack of other symptoms.   So basically he decided to treat it as a UTI (because it can't hurt anything) and give it a few days to see what happens.

According to WebMD, I should be preparing for a slow and painful death.  And I probably have testicular cancer.  Which is ironic because I don't think I happen to have those parts.

Good news, I can still run tonight.  Wahoo.  And if I drink lots of water, the blood gets deluded down so it doesn't seem so scary looking.  Plus, whatever magical pills he prescribed me in addition to the antibiotics, has turned my pee all types of cool neon colors, so that is fun.  Neon colors are in you know.

So that is my fun for the day.  And unexpected trip to urgent care.

Now, since I blah blahed about pee the whole time, I figured I would attach some cute pictures of my kid.




P.S. In preparation for my sudden death or slow and painful death if WebMD is correct, I am taking applications for a God parent for Haley.  Also, a hit-man to kill  discourage any woman who thinks she is going to marry my husband and become my kid's mother.  No woman other than me will ever be called "moma" by Haley.  Period.

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