So I went to my specialist this morning, and after two very uncomfortable procedures, there’s nothing wrong with me. Which doesn’t explain why I keep getting very long-lasting, painful infections. I cried almost the whole way back to work (Mike was driving). It’s sort of ironic that I would be crying after getting the news that I’m in perfect health, but the frustrating bit is that it doesn’t explain these maladies. I’m just not sure what to do with myself.
One thing that I did do was end this ridiculous bladder diet, since it didn’t appear to be doing jack squat anyways. So now I’m happily back to caffeine, tomatoes, and chocolate. As far as things stand now, I’m just waiting and seeing what happens next with my crazy body. Regardless, I’m feeling a little cheated out of the whole specialist thing, even though I really liked her. I’d like to get a second opinion, but I dread going through those tests again.