It's not like a UTI is all that time consuming to diagnose. Pee in a cup. Check the culture. Hand over the meds. And 9/10s of that would be someone else's job. I'm sorry your OB/GYN's an asshat, Aimée.

Sounds like someone doesn't want to be a PCP. Prick.

I had a doctor once who kept telling me that there was some mistake, she wasn't really my doctor, but she's see me this one time. Even so, she SAW ME.

Slumbernut?

Yes!

Also? Aimee's ob/gyn is an asshat.

It's all about finding the right person, my OB is awesome, as a woman (rampant sexism), she understands that if one is just a little in tune with one's self, more likely than not, she knows what she needs. I call her up, say "I have a UTI" and she calls the pharmacy for me. Nice, eh?

Is anyone here good at cleaning up not so great photos? My sister snapped a picture of a moose when she was driving the other day, but she only had her cellphone with her, and not so great. It is really grainy and I'm not sure what to do with it. But moose! Take a look at what I have.. [link] Yeah, my sister's drive to work is pretty.

Really, at a certain age a woman knows she has a UTI and should be able to get a script without even having to see her doctor. Grrrrr

That's visibly a moose. Cool.

Really, at a certain age a woman knows she has a UTI and should be able to get a script without even having to see her doctor. Grrrrr

Especially when said woman's doctors have told her that (TMI) certain pipes, if you will, are closer together than normal and UTIs will be very common, even if she pees after sex, every time.

GIVE ME THE EFFING PILLS.

AHHHHHHHH! What the crapping crap?!!?!?

Sunday. In the office, charging up the iPod for our car ride. Note the T pass in the iPod case behind the iPod. Hm, I think, I should bring this downstairs and put in my wallet where it belongs! I futz around on the computer, walk out the study door, go down a couple stairs, remember the T pass and come back up, and grab it. I bring it downstairs. I furz around clearing out a purse before leaving, etc. We leave.

At some point in Vermont, later that same day. I open my wallet, and the T pass is not there. Oh, I gotta remember to put that back in there before going back to work, I think.

Today, at the grocery store. I open my wallet and the T pass is not there. Oh, I gotta remember to put that back in there before going back to work, I think. Get home from store. Rifle around the current pile o' stuff that usually has the most recent crap in transit. It's not there. It's not anywhere. The recycling has been checked. The car has been checked.

WHERE IS IT FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!?!? That's $140 down the drain if I can't find it.

Too bad you're not in Canada. It's nice when drugs are so readily available.