at least I found out I had a UTI

One year in October Shelly and I decided to go to San Fran for the WCN confrence. We took seperate cars because I was going to go on to Monterey after the conference and Shelly was going back to Fresno. After some searching we found our hotel. It was a dingy little place in a not so safe looking part of town. We had to park in a lot about 2 blocks away from the hotel. Who doesn't love a walk in the middle of the night? We walked up to our very tiny room. The room and bathroom were so small you had to go outside to change your mind and they must not have maids. Just a guess because they left a can of cleaning spray on the night stand table. The people who stayed there before us didn't do a very good job of cleaning because the placed looked a little dirty. The next day we went to the conference and met a lot of nice, interesting people and had a great time. We went to the Aquarium of the Bay. We were in my car and heading to the SF zoo when we were t-boned by a taxi cab van. He ran the red and hit us hard enough to deploy the airbags. Needless to say he didn't get out of his car because the asshole was at fault and lucky for me there were plenty of witnesses ready to string him up. Someone called the cops and the fire department and paramedics. My car was undriveable and blocking traffic. I was mortified! My wrist was swelling and I was in total shock. What really made this suck really bad is that I just finished paying off my car in July! I was sitting on the curb when Shelly and the very nice cop told me to go to the hospital and get my wrist looked at. I was not too keen on the idea but was not in a position to argue. We got to the hospital and the first thing they made me do was pee in a cup (because I was drunk and do drugs I guess). They had me get an x-ray and then put me in a bed till the doctor could look at it. Shelly saw our paramedic friends in the hall way and ran off. She came back. I said where did you go? They were cute so I gave them your business card! I went back in to shock. That's what I needed to be more embarassed! The nurse came in to inform us I was not drunk or on drugs but I did have a low grade urinary tract infection that they would be giving me an antibiotic for. Lucky me! Good thing I was in that accident! I would have been walking around with a UTI and no clue! Why were they even checking for that? She left. I started to cry. Shelly called my dad to explain what had happened and let him know I was ok however my car was not so much. I went between crying about the accident and laughing about my UTi untill they released me. We got me all checked out (no broken wrist, just swollen from the airbag hitting it). We were about half way down the street wondering how we were going to get back to Shelly's car when the nurse came running after us yelling "Michelle come back! You forgot your antibiotic for your urinary tract infection!" People were stopping to stare! Just what this day needed, more embarassment! I got my drugs and we continued down the street carrying my luggage :P Shelly said we needed to find a cab. Um NO! I'm NOT getting into a cab! She informed me we needed one to get back to her car. I agreed as long as it was not a cab van. She was looking over my shoulder and making a face. I knew what that face meant. Behind me was a group of guys getting out of a cab van. Since we were in the only part of San Fran that seemed to have no cabs we had to take it. I was less than thrilled. I cried all the way to Shelly's car. I guess the cabby felt bad cause he didn't charge us full price. Aw! A silver lining! Shelly drove us home and we did laugh a lot about my urinary tract infection. I'm certian the hospital people were soooo proud of themselves for finding that for me. When I got home mom was pretty well looped on xanex. Turns out dad made her take 2 before he would tell her what happened and when he did tell her she took 2 more. Shelly and I were both fine which was good. My car on the other hand was never the same and that broke my heart. Shelly never got in a car with me again...that might be because she moved to Hawaii but I'm not sure. But at least I got antibiotics to clear up my urinary tract infection! Thank you San Fran!