I've Never Wanted a Bladder Infection so Badly in my ENTIRE Life ...

I was wrong. When you see the "Cottonwood Hospital" on your caller ID it is a bad thing. I checked my voicemail last night at about six and saw that the hospital had called. I only tested for three things ... Gestational Diabetes, anemia, and Bladder Infection. When I didn't receive the phone call on Friday I thought that I was in the clear. If I had received the phone call on Friday ... I would have been prepared for it and not have taken it as awful as I did last night. Of course they never really tell you anything on the phone -- you have to call them back. When you call you have to leave a message and they have to call you! It is this terrible cycle of just not getting ahold of each other.

This news set me into a state of depression last night. I played tough and told Joe that I was okay ... but I wasn't. I stayed up watching DUMB t.v. shows last night so I wouldn't have to think about it, but when I went to bed nothing kept my mind off of it. I cried for close to an hour.

I am scared. I am angry. I am frustrated. In the back of my mind ... I know that IF I have this problem it is better to get it taken care of -- but that's not what I want to hear right now. I am upset.

(Note that if your comment is "it's going to be okay" oriented ... it will probably be deleted. Comfort will be accepted once I am not upset anymore.