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One of the challenges of taking a drug that creates/induces muscular pain as well as gastric distress is that you become accustomed to daily discomfort, to living and functioning in spite of whatever pain you happen to be in. There is a base line, if you will. Somedays you're only at that baseline, somedays it is considerably worse. But you learn to automatically shunt it to the back of your mind.

So ywesterday when I became aware that that I was feeling that niggling little burn-tickle of a budding UTI, it didn't really alarm me. I just thought how grateful I was that I noticed it early and headed off to the store for a few gallons of cranberry juice. Feeling sort of virtuous in that "taking care of yourself" catagory.

This morning I woke up in agony. Searing pain, involuntary tears, inability to walk easily or to even think about sitting still. How the heck did that spring up so fast?

Umm... see first paragraph. It didn't.

( Blathering to myself )