No. I'm pissed at doctors. Cranberry and water worked until whatshiface grew mold, so I'm just gonna go that route.

Get golden seal root, too. Has natural antibiotic properties and is beloved of potheads wanting to pass urine screens because it's specially effective urologically.

Why ever did no one tell Ricky Williams that?

Don't know...guess they weren't really his friends. Or maybe he hangs out with a better class of people than I have and they didn't know.

No. I'm pissed at doctors. Cranberry and water worked until whatshiface grew mold, so I'm just gonna go that route.

I'm just remembering your kidney infection, and how it came out of no place, and I'm over-wifing you, so I will stop now.

It's ok! You can over-wife me. I'm prolly being a bit petulant and grumpy.

And you're right. I should watch it since I've had kidney infections before. (And go you with the memory. That was like, 3 years ago.)

Just talked to mom. She's had a baster emergency (dad melted it. Bad dad! No cookie!), which has led me to the Pampered Chef website to see if there's anything else I need when I order her a new one. New products were just introduced on September 1.

I'm in trouble. BIG trouble. 'Cause now I've got this big kitchen and room for anything I want. And there's no Emily to stop me.

I hate and dread the UTI, so I tend to remember who's suffered. Right around the time you had your kidney infection, I thought I had one, so it stuck with me.

t This is how nuts I can be I had pain in my back, and then saw blood in the toilet, at about 4 am. I got in the shower, so that when it was a decent time of the morning, I could go to the doctor. I then had a huge panic attack in the shower (which I didn't recognize as such at the time). So I soon called my mother to take me (I think around 6am, so not so decent an hour), so Scott could stay with the kids.

I had more of a panic attack in triage at the prompt-care/E.R. (but didn't realize I was having one). When the nurse was alarmed at my pulse, I got alarmed, sure something was terribly wrong with me and that I was going to die. The nurse, of course, wondered if I was doing coke or speed (wasn't; never have, for that matter, and had hardly even had any coffee). She then asked some more questions, including whether or not I was nervous.

My urine checked out fine, and the doctor was sitting with me, while we were trying to figure out how I saw blood, since there was no blood in my urine, when it dawned on me that I had just finished my period like a day before, and sometimes my period makes a last gasp, just to keep me on my toes.

I've seldom felt so stupid. Ever.

Depending on my mood, I might just do it for you when I'm there. :)

You make me miss the days when my Grandma Helen would visit and clean everything in her path. She was like an unstoppable yellow-gloved tornado until she just got too old. Foolishly, we used to prep for her visits, thinking if we outwitted her by cleaning ahead of time, she'd relax for awhile. Nothing doing. She'd find dirt we didn't even know we had.

I didn't know that tidbit of advice about potheads, drug tests and golden seal root. Really now?

Now I want to know, just what is it that jub sews? Welcome!

Not stupid. 4am. Pain. Blood. Not without reason to freak out. Really a good thing that it was nothing.

I called 911 once when I thought I heard something outside and it ended up being a branch or something sliding down my awning. The super nice police officer told me he loves false alarms, much better than an actual crisis.