An Infection

It’s official. I have the first yeast infection of my life.

My hootie’s been itching, burning, and painful to the touch the last couple of days. Last night when I showered, it hurt really bad when I soaped myself. I looked and omg, I’ve never seen it like that before!

It’s very very unlikely that I got it from my husband. After researching online, it seems most probable that my immune defense is lowered due to the last month’s worth of crap and the little yeastie found the loophole and went straight for it. Bastards.

I got a diflucan prescription from my OB. It’s only one pill. Wonder if that’s going to do the job. I surprised myself and informed him that I’m ready to try again. I didn’t think I was ready even up until yesterday, or even the hour before I saw the OB. I’m going to have to think about what I said some more. I mean, I just blurted it out to him. I wasn’t even thinking it. Are those moments the ones that show what our inner self is really thinking/wanting?

He said I may not see relief until 24 to 36 hours after I take the diflucan, and meanwhile I should get some Monastat(sp?) if I feel necessary. I’ve toughed it out for the last couple of days, what’s another 24-36 hrs? We’ll see. I really hate buying drugs like that. I fear the cashier will come on the store intercom and announce to the whole world “…price check on Monastat in isle 5…” At least if it’s a prescription, you can get drive through in the dark and the person doesn’t really see who you are, even though they have all of your information right in front of them. What sort of people do the pharmicists think of you when they fill your medications anyway. Well, I don’t care. I want my hootie to feel better again.