A little worse for the wear

When I started this blog, never in my wildest dreams (and believe me, I can be C-R-A-Z-Y) did I think that my subtitle would be so appropriate. This journey has taken a less than great left turn to sortafreakinmeoutville.

So my surgery has been postponed until August 2nd, but I'm betting that it will be postponed even later than that. I have to see a Urologist and Infectious Disease specialist to find out why I like to have really scary bacteria in my body.

My urine culture comes back looking like Frankenstein, but my blood work comes back looking like Arnold Schwartenegger (minus any rumored steriod use), so it looks like I have a pretty serious tissue disease. In my kidney or bladder. *sigh* It sometimes brings me to tears when I start to worry about all the what-ifs, but all I can do is go through all the horrible tests they want to do with a positive attitude that it won't be complicated to fix. And if it is complicated, I'll just have to tackle it all one step at a time.

I'm not going to lie that I haven't enjoyed eating a monsterous cheesburger the other day, and eating pasta and bread with wild abandon, but it's time to ratchet down and start my liquid diet again in the RARE case that I may still get to have my band put in on August 2nd.