Misery doesn't love company as much as panic does.
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So now that I've gotten a few hours of interestingly-dreamlaced sleep and am much calmer... no, I'm not dying. Yes, I already am on antibiotics. Yes, I'll be calling my doctor tomorrow, dealing with this. Yes, I damned well WILL be ok.

Yes, it also sucks balls, it's agony, and I really really really hate it. Yes, I'll be worried for a while still.

Basically, I might have this weird almost-strep kidney (which, considering I've managed to get strep pussy at one point, wouldn't entirely surprise me) which if left untreated not just could but likely would kill me. However, since a) I actually caught it fairly early, b) I had the good sense to ask for a urine test when I went in instead of just shrugging it off as another kidney stone, and c) I really DO have a strong survival instinct, added to the fact that the antibiotics I'm on are ones strong enough to help with the problem (hopefully)... err... I think I lost myself.

What it boils down to is this: 's OK.

Also, I don't particularly want to talk about it, since if my seizures are indeed stress-related, I'm already on my way to one. *wry grin* I'll update when I have actual news about it, trust me, but for now... I have a horrid sore throat and a kidney stone/bladder infection. I refuse to believe otherwise. Kk?

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