She lives! Through the miracle of Macrobid, I’m feeling just about normal again! Whoo hoo! It was an unpleasant couple of days–and the nights were worse. I had fever & chills for an additional two nights after starting the antibiotic–bad enough that Hubby tried to talk me into going to the emergency room. I declined. I still feel stupid for letting a routine bladder urinary tract infection go so long. I’d have been just too humiliated to go take up a spot in an emergency room when this was almost as self-inflicted as–say–a hangover.

Anyway, we shivered/burned/sweated it out and lost some sleep in the doing. I say we because my Hubby, my Sweetnes, is the best nurse a sick woman could have. He was right with me the whole time, with tea, sympathy, Tylenol, and when necessary, body heat. I know he slept even less than I did on Friday night, the poor guy.

As I said, I’m nearly cured. Oh, and we’ve decided to delay our Valentine’s Day festivities until Saturday to accommodate both his work schedule and my antibiotic schedule. I have a special meal planned and we’re looking forward to a nice, quiet, romantic evening. He’ll be caught up on his sleep and I’ll be able to share the bubbly. All is right with the world….