When It Rains It Pours

So I have decided that Kevin and I must have that condition of "sympathy pains" where one of us is sick or injured, so the other one must feel that way too. Back in college when we were doing CABARET together, I managed to contract laryngitis, bronchitis, a sinus infection, an ear infection and pink eye all at the same time - that same weekend Kevin had kidney stones and we ended up at the ER. I couldn't even speak to tell them what was wrong with him. Impressive aren't we...

Yesterday, I came home to find Kev laying down in the bedroom. He had gotten sawdust in his eye at work and wasn't sure if there was something in it or if it was scratched. So we ended up heading to Patient First. I was happy to discover that this one was a lot closer than the one in Laurel was to our old apartment. However, I was really expecting to be there all night because I had always spent 2 1/2 - 3 hours at the one in Laurel getting treated.

Well Kevin was in and out in about an hour with a diagnosis of an abrasion of the cornea. He was given some antibiotics and some pain medication and sent home to rest. Thus we spent the rest of the evening (Kevin through a blurry eye), watching OCEAN'S THIRTEEN which had arrived in our recent Netflix delivery.

I should have known better and should have just put my name on that clipboard last night as well.

(Boys - feel free to stop reading now because I am going to go into a rant on UTIs / bladder infections - I am a theatre person, I have no shame. Besides we all have to pee).

Wednesday, I started feeling the all too well known symptoms of a bladder infection, but I tried to convince myself that I was just being a hypochondriac. A little pain but I didn't have to pee like a race horse every five seconds, which is normally how it goes. So, I didn't see reason to go to the doctor right away. I was also going back and forth to DC which made it difficult to schedule a visit. You see normally when I get these, it's like a lightning strike. Out of nowhere, suddenly I am in pain and am constantly running back and forth to the bathroom. Girls who have had these know what a bane of existence they can be. They also seem to happen at the most inconvenient times.

Anyway, Thursday I was preparing to have to make a visit to the CVS Minute Clinic, but alas my symptoms subsided. Friday was the same, so I thought I was in the clear. Clearly I was wrong because I woke up at 5:30 this morning to run to the bathroom and the symptoms had returned. My body must have decided it was jealous that Kevin got to Patient First last night, or that it wanted to join the company of his pain. I waited as long as I could because I was dreading spending three hours at Patient First - I thought Kevin just got lucky and couldn't see how I could be as lucky.

Well it turns out if there is anything positive about this, our new Patient First has come through 2/2. It only took me an hour to get there, get seen, get some drugs and get home. Ahhh, good service. At least I know I have somewhere reliable to go the next time my bladder can't withstand a 10-minute car ride.

And now I am going to get back to the day Kevin and I have spent doing nothing and healing together... this is what marriage is about...