Spoiler: We are fine. Shawn will need to go to a urologist at SOME POINT, but we are All Completely FINE.
Now to the story.
So, Shawn has been noticing a darkening of her urine. Like, not just orange, kind of scary brown. We debated about going in yesterday afternoon when she finally showed me photos of this and decided that since it tends to clear up by afternoon, we should wait until this morning and try our Urgent Care Clinic. Mason informed us that he wanted to be woken up so that he could be there in case, like the last few times, this all resulted in "and then Shawn is admitted to United."
We dropped Shawn off at the Urgent Care and dashed off to the post office for an errand for me. I've decided to that I'd really like to re-vamp my pen palling to include people here in the US who are feeling socially cut off. Note, if you want me to become your pen pal (you do not need to reply regularly or at all) just drop me a note privately or at lyda.morehouse@gmail.com.
When we got back to the clinic, we wisely waited inside the car, since they do NOT want people hanging out in the waiting rooms any more. Mason brought books and games. I read the internet and waited. Shawn texted us updates.
They apparently did an ultrasound, a urine test, and blood work.
Shawn lucked out and got the very doctor who saved her life by detecting the blood clot, Dr. Ume. So, we are confident that when Dr. Ume said, "It could be a UTI, you definitely have a fatty liver, and so if the blood work comes back negative for the infection, you will need to see your urologist EVENTUALLY," we feel pretty confident that it's not an emergent emergency.
Will keep you posted.
Can I just say: OH. My. GOD.
My wife really is the spin-the-wheel "what new devilry is this?" medical disaster chart.
Now, I'm looking forward to bean loaf and chatting online with friends over coffee. Our usual group that gathers at Claddaugh is going to try a Zoom hangout. My computer is ancient, but I'm hoping that if it can't handle it, my phone can. Wish me luck! This extrovert needs social contact!
Now to the story.
So, Shawn has been noticing a darkening of her urine. Like, not just orange, kind of scary brown. We debated about going in yesterday afternoon when she finally showed me photos of this and decided that since it tends to clear up by afternoon, we should wait until this morning and try our Urgent Care Clinic. Mason informed us that he wanted to be woken up so that he could be there in case, like the last few times, this all resulted in "and then Shawn is admitted to United."
We dropped Shawn off at the Urgent Care and dashed off to the post office for an errand for me. I've decided to that I'd really like to re-vamp my pen palling to include people here in the US who are feeling socially cut off. Note, if you want me to become your pen pal (you do not need to reply regularly or at all) just drop me a note privately or at lyda.morehouse@gmail.com.
When we got back to the clinic, we wisely waited inside the car, since they do NOT want people hanging out in the waiting rooms any more. Mason brought books and games. I read the internet and waited. Shawn texted us updates.
They apparently did an ultrasound, a urine test, and blood work.
Shawn lucked out and got the very doctor who saved her life by detecting the blood clot, Dr. Ume. So, we are confident that when Dr. Ume said, "It could be a UTI, you definitely have a fatty liver, and so if the blood work comes back negative for the infection, you will need to see your urologist EVENTUALLY," we feel pretty confident that it's not an emergent emergency.
Will keep you posted.
Can I just say: OH. My. GOD.
My wife really is the spin-the-wheel "what new devilry is this?" medical disaster chart.
Now, I'm looking forward to bean loaf and chatting online with friends over coffee. Our usual group that gathers at Claddaugh is going to try a Zoom hangout. My computer is ancient, but I'm hoping that if it can't handle it, my phone can. Wish me luck! This extrovert needs social contact!