Warning: This post has a lot of TMI grossness in it.
So I’ve been cruising along, taking my medication every day (now at the prescribed 4 tablets daily), and I’ve been doing well physically. Emotionally, it’s felt like I’ve had a sucker punch or five in my gut, but physically, I’ve been doing fine.
And then earlier this week, I started having blood in my urine. Again. Flashbacks to that night in March, when as far as I knew, I was a reasonably healthy woman with 30+ years of life left to live. And then the blood and the pain and the blood all over the floor of my bathroom. It looked like a crime scene in there.
So you’ll pardon me if I got more than just a little freaked out to be peeing blood. I mean, I think I handled it pretty well. I took Reil aside and told him calmly what was happening. I shot an email off to my doctor (Kaiser has a great online system. Props to them for that), and took Molly shopping for new sneakers. Checked my email at DSW. Dr. Shek said that it’s probably just a side effect from the meds – no doubt, that’s why I emailed him! All of the websites I’d read said to contact your doctor if it happened.
Ok, Fine. I told myself I’d try to relax, let things take their course. But, damn, those flashbacks just kept rearing their ugly head.
Next day, still more blood. (Guys, if you’re like my husband, you’ll want to cover your ears for this piece of overshare.) Seriously, it felt like I was menstruating through my urethra. I was, understatement, uncomfortable. Pushed the issue with the doc, shelled out $50 to go in to see him face to face, and we (by which I mean he) came to the decision to pull me off of the drugs for a bit, maybe a week. We’ll see whether the bleeding stops, and then probably start back up with two pills a day instead of four.
I’m happy to report that 48+ hours since my last dose of the meds, the bleeding has slowed down a bit. Now let’s see if my flashbacks subside as well.