19 weeks + 55(+)hours+no breaks=Stupidity

Last week at work we were short handed so I had the opportunity to work extra hours. Yeah! I guess being the boss has its perks----I so enjoy working 55 hours but actually being scheduled for 60 hours. Unfortunately I forgot to take care of myself and thought working without taking food and drink breaks was the best way to succeed and my body decided to show me who was in control early Saturday morning. I woke up around 6:30am in the worst pain. No matter what I did- it wouldn't go away. I tried to go back to sleep to ignore it-but that was not possible. I decided to get up and get ready for work. That was fun-the pain got so bad I couldn't walk and than got really sick. That should have been a sign to stay home-but that wasn't an option. I had to open the office. I spoke to Devin when I got to the store and couldn't walk, talk, or even concentrate. Since I was so useless we figured out how to get some coverage into the office for me to go to urgent care. Ahhhh-they did the normal tests and thought it would be fun to see just how bad my left side hurt---let's pound on her back and see if we can make her cry and wet her pants. Once this was complete I was left in the room by myself to cry in pain and listen to them call around for a consult and/or a second opinion. After a few minutes that seemed like hours- the doctor came in and told me I had some sort of infection and they were pretty sure it was settling in my kidneys. Yipee---now it was time to find an antibiotic that I'm not allergic to and ease my pain with Tylenol. I came home and tried to rest before I had to go back into the office and close. I thought I was doing better until I walked from my car to the pharmacy and I almost had to sit down in the middle of the aisle to cry. Now that would have been quite a sight to see. Now it is Monday and I can walk, talk, and carry a conversation, but still have pain. Another 8 days of medicine and that should cure it.....I hope. Now I just need to listen to my husband, co-workers, and mothers lectures on how I need to take care of myself. Sometimes I hate it when they are right.