As I was coming back from the doctor’s last night, clutching all the prescriptions and tests, I suddenly felt a familiar stab in my lower abdomen.  More interested in the plans we had today for a day trip, I ignored it.  And in the morning, despite the warning signals, I stubbornly insisted on an outing, even if it had to be closer to home.  But the pain increased, and other symptoms developed, and we were forced to turn homeward.  All my doctors are on vacation, and I decided to work with massive amounts of water, cranberry juice, fosfomycin, and a heating pad.  But if the situation doesn’t continue to improve, I’ll be in the health clinic emergency tonight.  Feeling stupid that I waited and didn’t think of getting tested this morning until it was too late.