I had no more "sangria" incidents after those two times that night. I chalked this up to either the beet juice dye or vigorous exercise. Who was I kidding? It wasn't an Ironman Triathlon, but I really wanted to believe that I wasn't sick.
It happened again. Tuesday morning. Crud. I am slightly concerned. Not a happy camper. Fortunately I was able to get in to my Dr (thanks, Dr. Morgan!) pretty quickly.
I explained to him what happened, and he had me pee in a cup (that's always fun!) and they drew some blood for testing. The results from the urine sample showed some bacteria and blood.
He recommended that I make an appointment right away at Virginia Urology. "It could be nothing, or it could be something." The last time someone in the medical profession told me to do something right away I was rushed to the hospital with appendicitis. I should have known.
My appt was the next day.