Only a few weeks after defeating the enemy, the bacteria reorganized and once again laid claim over my bladder. Not exactly sure how it happened nor am I ever, but after a couple of nights of lack of sleep, and literally pushing myself hard at rugby practice, I awoke the next morning with the feeling of bladder spasms. I tend to think that I sometimes get UTI’s when I overdo it physically leaving my body’s defense systems weak and prone to attack. I had a good strong run there for a little while, five or six months of an infection free bladder, after my friend Andy informed me of cranberry pills. I thought these pills had some kind of magical power or something but unfortunately the magic has run out as I now have my second urinary infection in the past month.
I wanted to take no chances this time so I immediately made an appointment with the doctor so I could get the real magic pills, antibiotics. I figured I really did not want to experience the extreme pain of dysreflexia ever again so I decided even though I am very much anti-medication, going ahead and trying to nip this in the bud was the best idea. I felt pretty crappy all day yesterday and last night was pretty rough, but I’m feeling okay now and so far no dysreflexia, only spasms and an overall feeling of being sick in general. I’m hoping that these urinary infections are not going to start becoming common occurrence again. It’s important that I maintain a proper fluid intake to prevent them. If I drink too much and do not cath often enough, the urine will back up into my kidneys and infect me that way. While if I drink too little, my body will not properly flush out bacteria and what not which build up in my bladder. My life is a constant balancing act.
On the upside, spring seems to be in full swing now. I am once again thoroughly enjoying entering my hippie zone as I wander around outside observing life and my surroundings. The most noticeable occurrence has been the maple trees attempts to take over the world by cleverly scattering its seeds across the landscape by some sort of a helicopter device. With a gust of wind hundreds of brown featherlike blades swirl through the air carrying its seed to a spot of possible germination. Now if they could only figure out a way to burrow into the soil, there would be no stopping them. Who knows what evolution will bring.
I’m not exactly sure why taking notice of the details of the moment brings such peace. When I tune into the moment and observe all there is to see, it’s as if I am being let in on something that no one else knows about. There’s so many thousands of different images, lights, and patterns which seem to be only visible to me. The way the light shimmers against the leaves as the wind blows. The lizard sunbathing on the wooden railing. The patterns the newly emerging grass is taking upon the surface of the earth. The clouds, and their wondrous display of natural art against the sky. These are just a few of the thousands of details I can take note of at any given moment and in each of those details is a thousand more of which I can discover. I would like to start drawing so I can try and display what all these details look like through my eyes.
I soon plan on signing up for a couple of summer courses at the local community college. I’m not really trying to focus on any particular subject matter but would like to try and just get back into the swing of things. Get used to being in class again, doing homework and all that jazz. I’m thinking about possibly taking a Religions of the World course and a Spanish class. I foresee it being somewhat tough for the fact that at the moment I try and accomplish one big thing each day, it usually being working out. Accomplishing this one task usually leaves me pretty tired and with school I’ll probably be trying to accomplish two or three large tasks during a day. Along with school I’ll also be trying to continue my workouts, water ski, and play rugby. It’ll be interesting to see how my energy holds up.