On Monday Sunny went into the bathroom to pee, but instead of peeing she started to pee, grabbed herself and screamed in pain. I thought back to when the last time she'd gone pee was, but frankly I couldn't remember, in large part because so many different people took her to the bathroom over the weekend (the memorial service went well - more on that later). So I had to figure out how to get her to pee. I held her hand, stroked her leg, told her it would be alright, put ointment on her; nothing doing. I put her in a warm tub, hoping that would move things along - still no success. This went on for two hours and I decided I wasn't going to mess around with a possible UTI, so off to the pediatrician we went.
She was able to produce just enough urine for a culture; she had blood and white cells in her urine, so they sent the culture to the lab, but of course not before the lab closed, and oh, yeah, I have to take the sample over there. Since it was too late, I commited to taking it over Tuesday morning, and then we went to the grocery store, since it was Trout's last night at CCD and she wanted to take a flower to all her classmates and her teachers.
We had stepped maybe 12 feet into the store when Sunny started whining that she had to go pee. We ran back to the bathrooms, but once again she refused to go, saying it was "bad pee" and it was hurting. I warned her that it would be a little bit before we would be home, so she should go there, but she insisted she'd be fine and I wasn't about to duct tape her to the toilet, so we went to grab the last two items I needed before we could leave. We were looking at the invitations in the card section because Nemo is being baptized in a couple of weeks and I needed to get the invitations out but because of all the stuff with my grandfather I was behind.
She started shrieking suddenly, like someone was trying to take her snuggle cat away from her, and a great flood of pee flowed from her. She easily left a puddle two feet in diameter. At least it was out. She started to cry about having had an accident, so I hugged her and told her it was okay, I'd get someone to come clean it up, but that she would have to wait until we got home to change. She told me "Momma! The bad pee is gone - this was good pee!" I was oh so glad she healed suddenly in the middle of the grocery store. I looked up to see what aisle we were in so I could tell someone where the accident happened.
I told the pharmacy clerk about the incident and sure enough, he picked up the intercom and said "Cleanup on Aisle Ten; Cleanup on Aisle Ten please."
I needed the laugh. It felt good.
I am quite blue, but I don't want this to become the Blog of Gloom, so I'll just keep quiet when it just gets to be too much. I'll post some on the memorial service and a few more memories from my grandfather's book, but other than that I will try not to wallow in it too much. Please bear with me while I work through this. I miss him so much already, and I know the worst of it hasn't hit me yet.