Finally, the chance to explain my previous post! Major TMI warning!

Saturday night, I went to the hospital for what turned out to be a urinary tract infection. This was my first, and if you've never had one, it's easily my most painful experience in memory. I was constantly having to use the restroom, but the act felt like I was being stabbed. There was also a rather significant amount of blood in my urine, and Priscilla and the Sight of Blood do not mix well, especially when it is her own.

I ended up staying at the hospital for almost four hours, due to the general craziness of the ER on a Saturday night and my unlucky habit of being in the bathroom whenever a doctor came by to look in on me. Ko wins the Best Roommate Ever prize for skipping her cast party to keep me company and to prevent me from freaking out. The Hospital of the University of Pennsylvania wins the Most Astute Method of Treating a Freaked Out Female College Student, assigning me Will the Really Hot Male Nurse Or Perhaps Intern and Dustin The Not Quite As Hot As Will But Nonetheless Muffinesque Doctor.

The next morning, I was feeling great. The antibiotic they gave me worked like magic (And Madam Pomfrey isn't nearly as cute as Will). I'm following my antibiotic/painkiller regimen religiously and drinking absurd quantities of water and cranberry juice, and I have a checkup Wednesday morning. All is good in the land of Cellie, with the possible exception of my Psyc midterm tomorrow.