This morning I made a trip to the doctor’s office and left being treated for a possibly non-existant kidney infection.  The symptoms are there, but the dip stick came back clean for infection, but positive for blood.  My doctor (whom I love dearly) went ahead and perscribed antibiotics while she sends the sample out for culture.  If I grow some bacteria, I’m covered.  If I don’t, she sends me for a CT to look for stones.

WAIT!  Did I say that?  Am I really old enough that kidney stones are now something I have to worry about?  (Let’s overlook medical conditions and how their age limits don’t seem to apply to me, here.   I can’t believe on most days that I’m <somewhere> in my 30’s, much less talking about thinks like KIDNEY STONES!)

So I uttered the words for the first time, I think ever; Man I hope I have a kidney infection!

But the idea that something I’ve put in my body – presumably over a long period of time – has turned against me and formed pebble sized monsters inside me has really got me thinking about all that I do pour into this temple of mine.  Do you have any idea what the heart meds alone must be doing to my liver (which is still testing fine, by the way)???  And I HAVE to have those.  What about all the other stuff that is just for comfort, say, like, allergy meds, a Tylenol here, an ibuprophen there?

So tonight I completely made up the fact that 4 beers is equal to two extra strength Motrins in terms of liver damage.  Which was most likely to make me feel good until I fall asleep?  Well, undoubtedly, the typos contained herein will tip you off to which I chose.

“But why are you sore?” you might ask.  Actually, if you know me, you’re probably not asking because you are all too aware that I’m going to tell you in mind-numbing detail.

But alas, I have no detail.  The answer is simple:  I’m a wuss.  I walked my short kids around the zoo yesterday.  In my defense, I was carrying a pretty heavy camera backpack stuffed with all kinds of other stuff, too.

The morning started out foggy and unfortunately, by the time Mr. Sun came out to play my camera battery (which ?I short sightedly did not charge the night before) called it a night.  My camera died on the Zebras and most regrettably, the zoo does not keep their animals in alphabetical order.

So before that 4th beer kicks in, let me show you just a little of what I shot.

First, we came upon the sea lion tank.  I’m fairly certain this is a seal, though.

Next, we stumbled upon the otters.  But not literally.  Cute alert:

And then I ran across these beasts:

This little lady is named Terry.  She is 40 years old.  Are you reading this, LoveMonkey?  This is what I’m going to look like in 6 years.

Finally, here are a couple of boring animals that I have no particular fondness for.