Back in April I got my first UTI. Pretty good for being 38.
Until then I had a medium amount of sympathy and empathy for women who had UTI's. I really thought it was livable and if you didn't think about it, as in peeing "it"--it wouldn't bother you.
Little did I know you CAN'T NOT THINK ABOUT PEEING. When you have an infection, that's truly all you can think about because you're constantly inflamed somehow somewhere. So--anyhow I took most of my med back in April and understood the pain involved.
Fast forward to now and I have to wonder why I've gotten now 2 (maybe 3) UTI's in the last few months...ok--I know the scientific bacteria reasons, but I'm talking psychological. And even then--I may know why I'm getting these UTI's, which I'm sure the devil I don't believe in, created.
I'm laying or is it lying (chicken or whore Tammie?) on my living room floor, attempting to find comfort. My body has decided it can't do anymore today. I went to bed with an impending infection. Woke up with it--went to the dr's and yes--blood was detected...and came home forced to rest.
I have alot of work to do.
Ok--I don't run the world like my BFF, but I do have a summer reading club party to plan, children and teens and I have like 3 million things to finish at home--and I truly believe in rest, downtime and simple being--but it seems I've gotten that part lost somewhere along the line.
But my body has not forgotten.
And I guess my mind will have to let go all the responsibilities I feel, to remember how to be.
"Happiness is only real when shared".....from Into the Wild
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