Update: Doc-inna-box (different dude this time) put me back on Cipro. We'll see what that does. Swelp me, if tomorrow starts in the same manner as today, I'll go to the ER. Still hurting, intensity varies, haven't had a really bad episode since right after brunch. But I still feel crummy enough that my next stop is bed. And a heating pad.
Serious mid-back pain yesterday, which hit on the way to work, just about felled me getting out of my car (slammed face-first into my car door instead, a lucky thing really, the pavement being so very far down and so cold, not to mention abrasive), then slooooowly faded over the course of the day. Pain returned this morning worse than ever. Three times now, I have moved or breathed or thought wrong and found myself hung up hooks of pain, barely able to move and making the most interesting sorts of sounds.
Because I am stubborn, I made a fancy scrambled-egg breakfast, with mushrooms, bacon, sausage, potatoes, scallions and a topping of diced radish and "Italian" shredded cheese (mozerella, asiago and I-forget-what). And just about did myself in bending to take the bacon out of the oven where it was keeping warm.
Because I am a creature of just impossible vanity, I'm off for a very cautious shower now and thence to either doc-in-a-box or the ER. Tam has convinced me not to drive myself and by "convinced" I mean in a conversation something like, "Are you insane? You can't even sit down on the couch without making a noise like a rabbit caught in a trap and you want to drive?" Unh, "No," and "Yes," respectively? Turned out that was The Wrong Sort Of Answer.
So, see ya later. The odds favor something like kidney stones. Geesh. Let it be noted that I do not approve of this.
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