It's not unusual for me to be woken in the wee hours of the morning. Typical offenders include No. 1, No. 2, No. 3 and The Mr.'s snoring. Despite the amount of water I *think* I drink, it's surprisingly not to visit the facilities.

But Sunday morning, some time before 5 a.m. I awoke. Confused, not feeling right and uncomfortable. Something propelled me to go potty. Oh, the pain was terrible! I had the same symptoms of blood in my urine (which pretty much mimics a urinary tract infection) that I had at the end of February. This was miserable.

Still uncomfortable, I tried to go back to sleep, but the stinging wouldn't let up. And, well, The Mr. was snoring. I maneuvered around the creeky boards in our 100-year-old home to the living room couch, where I honestly thought I'd be able to fall asleep. But I found myself in the bathroom literally every two minutes squeezing out teeny drops of relief.

This is worse than the last time, I thought. Somewhere after 6 a.m., I realized my efforts to sleep were futile. I sat at the computer, a position that actually offered some relief, read dLife, checked email and generally tried to keep my mind off the terrible aching.

It was several hours later before I could muster the stomach to drink about 32 oz. of water at once. Flush it out, was all I could think. Surely a quick call to Harry Monday morning will get me some antibiotics.

But the more I woke up, the more thinking I did. It was barely two months since this happened before. My sugars are mostly good, my last A1C was below 7, I'm drinking more water than I used to, I'm not experiencing the excruciating pain that comes with a kidney stone. And Mr. Anatomy, aka The Mr., says blood in the urine typically constitutes trauma to the kidney.

After getting a urinalysis today and seeing that I had blood and protein in my urine, in addition to several other things that I can't remember, and am apparently dehydrated, I started freaking out. An email to my endo offered no relief: Just finish the antibiotics and if the problem persists we can set you up with a urologist. Hope you feel better.

Well, damnit, that's just not good enough for me. I want to know why, I want to know what's causing this, I want to know if my kidneys are starting to decline. Dr. Google put plenty of ideas in my head; although my desperate attempt to connect this problem with my Nalgene bottle that I tossed today was refuted.

What I'm most upset about, though, is that I seem to be the only one freaking out. Isn't early detection the key to complication management? I get that sometimes things just happen, but when you have risk factors shouldn't there be a more aggressive approach?

Am I overreacting?