Hi everyone!
So I've been on this website for about 2 months now. Like probably many of you that found it, I've been searching this forum for any signs that I might possibly have IC along with any hope that I don't. Here is my story:
I'm a 28 year old female. I work at a pretty high stress full time job. One morning in October 2010, I woke up with what felt a little like a UTI. I have had 2 UTI's before that presented themselves with the classic burning sensation and need to go constantly. This felt a little different. I didn't have that burning sensation. Just a feeling like I had to go ALL OF THE TIME. I chalked it up to stress, drank a lot of water and cranberry juice and sure enough, after 2 days, my symptoms were gone and I felt fine. I figured I had a little infection that got flushed out.
Then on Thanksgiving of 2010, I woke up in the middle of the night with the most excruciating pains in my bladder. I had a sharp, stabbing urgent need to pee that didn't go away. I thought that maybe since it went away on it's own last time, that if I drank enough water that it would go away on it's own this time. After spending Thanksgiving in complete misery and pain, going to the bathroom every 20 minutes and not sleeping, I decided that something had to have been wrong.
The next day I went to a walk-in clinic (my doctor was not available because it was a holiday). They found white blood cells in my urine and sent me home with Cipro. I thought, "Great! Maybe it is just a UTI."
After 2 days on the Cipro, I didn't feel any better. I was up all night one night and that's when I started doing what most irrational people start doing: obsessively looking up my symptoms on the internet. That's when I learned about IC. And that's also when I started becoming totally freaked out and paranoid.
That morning I went straight to the ER. I described my symptoms as thoroughly as I could. They found white blood cells in my urine and sent me home with Bactrim. I said, "But the burning! There's no burning when I pee! That's not normal for a UTI!" They shrugged and said, all bacteria is different.
Frustrated and still feeling awful, I went home and took the Bactrim. After 5 days of that need to urinate all of the time, nausea, lack of appetite and sleep, I actually started to feel better.
Great in fact. I felt better than I did before this happened. I thought "Oh my God, I guess it was just a UTI and I'm not crazy." I thought of all of the IC stories I read and how I would never have to think about that again. I even donated money to an IC organization figuring my altruism would boost my morale even more.
Then two weeks later, BAM. I woke up with that need to pee all of the time feeling again. This time, not nearly as bad as before, but it was enough to worry me.
That's when I made an appointment with a urologist. They did a urine culture and sent me home with Macrobid just in case. A few days later I called for the results of the urine culture and it was negative. NO BACTERIA. NO INFECTION. NOTHING.
I stopped taking the Macrobid, as that was only making me nauseous with no appetite anyway.
Totally confused and now more panicky than ever, I went to my general practitioner for a pelvic exam. I figured I would rule out anything there. My PAP was completely normal and I was just given treatment for a yeast infection. I thought that that was a little strange because I didn't have any itching as I have had in the past with a yeast infection. I took the four rounds of Diflucan anyway and I actually started to feel better.
My frequent need to use the bathroom at this point was diminishing. I was now only going about 10 times a day and once at night. This was pretty normal for me throughout my adult life. I thought, "Maybe it was just yeast after all that was somehow irritating my bladder."
I felt pretty good for the next couple of weeks. But not totally fine. There was still something wrong.
Since then, every time my bladder fills I feel a strange pressure or pain pushing down on my urethra. Here are my other symptoms:
• Retention: About 3 times I've had trouble fully emptying my bladder first thing in the morning. Sometimes it takes 3 sittings to get all of the urine out.
• Dull throbbing
• An occasional tingling feeling in my vaginal opening
• Blod clots in my urine
• An occasional sharp pain that shoots up into my bladder
I know that these things are not normal. I know there is still something wrong. Sometimes I think it's IC. Sometimes I think it's MS. Sometimes I think it's cancer. Sometimes I think I've just gone crazy and that this is all in my head and I'm dreaming.
My doctor has agreed to find my a good female urologist this week. He said they'll probably do a cystoscopy which I'm nervous about because I've hear horror stories.
At this point, I'm less concerned about what it is and more concerned with HEALING. I just want to be better. I just want to be normal again.
I know in my heart that I will heal from this, whatever it is. Even when I'm feeling my worst, I feel like this will end. Sometime, someday. It has to. It has to for me, and it has to for everyone else that may be going through this. It's just a matter of time.
So that's my story. If you're still reading this, thank you! It helps to know that someone is listening.
So I've been on this website for about 2 months now. Like probably many of you that found it, I've been searching this forum for any signs that I might possibly have IC along with any hope that I don't. Here is my story:
I'm a 28 year old female. I work at a pretty high stress full time job. One morning in October 2010, I woke up with what felt a little like a UTI. I have had 2 UTI's before that presented themselves with the classic burning sensation and need to go constantly. This felt a little different. I didn't have that burning sensation. Just a feeling like I had to go ALL OF THE TIME. I chalked it up to stress, drank a lot of water and cranberry juice and sure enough, after 2 days, my symptoms were gone and I felt fine. I figured I had a little infection that got flushed out.
Then on Thanksgiving of 2010, I woke up in the middle of the night with the most excruciating pains in my bladder. I had a sharp, stabbing urgent need to pee that didn't go away. I thought that maybe since it went away on it's own last time, that if I drank enough water that it would go away on it's own this time. After spending Thanksgiving in complete misery and pain, going to the bathroom every 20 minutes and not sleeping, I decided that something had to have been wrong.
The next day I went to a walk-in clinic (my doctor was not available because it was a holiday). They found white blood cells in my urine and sent me home with Cipro. I thought, "Great! Maybe it is just a UTI."
After 2 days on the Cipro, I didn't feel any better. I was up all night one night and that's when I started doing what most irrational people start doing: obsessively looking up my symptoms on the internet. That's when I learned about IC. And that's also when I started becoming totally freaked out and paranoid.
That morning I went straight to the ER. I described my symptoms as thoroughly as I could. They found white blood cells in my urine and sent me home with Bactrim. I said, "But the burning! There's no burning when I pee! That's not normal for a UTI!" They shrugged and said, all bacteria is different.
Frustrated and still feeling awful, I went home and took the Bactrim. After 5 days of that need to urinate all of the time, nausea, lack of appetite and sleep, I actually started to feel better.
Great in fact. I felt better than I did before this happened. I thought "Oh my God, I guess it was just a UTI and I'm not crazy." I thought of all of the IC stories I read and how I would never have to think about that again. I even donated money to an IC organization figuring my altruism would boost my morale even more.
Then two weeks later, BAM. I woke up with that need to pee all of the time feeling again. This time, not nearly as bad as before, but it was enough to worry me.
That's when I made an appointment with a urologist. They did a urine culture and sent me home with Macrobid just in case. A few days later I called for the results of the urine culture and it was negative. NO BACTERIA. NO INFECTION. NOTHING.
I stopped taking the Macrobid, as that was only making me nauseous with no appetite anyway.
Totally confused and now more panicky than ever, I went to my general practitioner for a pelvic exam. I figured I would rule out anything there. My PAP was completely normal and I was just given treatment for a yeast infection. I thought that that was a little strange because I didn't have any itching as I have had in the past with a yeast infection. I took the four rounds of Diflucan anyway and I actually started to feel better.
My frequent need to use the bathroom at this point was diminishing. I was now only going about 10 times a day and once at night. This was pretty normal for me throughout my adult life. I thought, "Maybe it was just yeast after all that was somehow irritating my bladder."
I felt pretty good for the next couple of weeks. But not totally fine. There was still something wrong.
Since then, every time my bladder fills I feel a strange pressure or pain pushing down on my urethra. Here are my other symptoms:
• Retention: About 3 times I've had trouble fully emptying my bladder first thing in the morning. Sometimes it takes 3 sittings to get all of the urine out.
• Dull throbbing
• An occasional tingling feeling in my vaginal opening
• Blod clots in my urine
• An occasional sharp pain that shoots up into my bladder
I know that these things are not normal. I know there is still something wrong. Sometimes I think it's IC. Sometimes I think it's MS. Sometimes I think it's cancer. Sometimes I think I've just gone crazy and that this is all in my head and I'm dreaming.
My doctor has agreed to find my a good female urologist this week. He said they'll probably do a cystoscopy which I'm nervous about because I've hear horror stories.
At this point, I'm less concerned about what it is and more concerned with HEALING. I just want to be better. I just want to be normal again.
I know in my heart that I will heal from this, whatever it is. Even when I'm feeling my worst, I feel like this will end. Sometime, someday. It has to. It has to for me, and it has to for everyone else that may be going through this. It's just a matter of time.
So that's my story. If you're still reading this, thank you! It helps to know that someone is listening.
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