On Saturday I went to watch Henry's first tball practice (Adorable... blog post to come soon). It was exhausting, even though I did nothing, but it felt good to be out of the house. I came home and napped for three hours, then we went back outside that evening to enjoy the beautiful day. Henry rode his big wheel, I just walked. Nothing. I felt like I did nothing.
Sunday morning I started having terrible shooting pain coming from my left side. It's hard to describe, but it was take your breath away intense and it had me in constant tears. It was so awful in fact that for the first time in my ten years of fighting endometriosis I decided to go to the Emergency Room. And at the ER they ran a few tests and decided it was just post surgery pain. That maybe I pulled something or tore scar tissue away... something that hurts like hell, but nothing dangerous. It was the best answer, but was also a little upsetting because it made the entire trip feel a little pointless since there were no answers.
They did send me to my doctor's office today, but he was out of town so I saw a partner. It was... not my favorite doctor visit of all time. I felt like he didn't take me seriously. He told me to drink more water. I mean... what? This isn't intestinal or gas pains here, sir. This is INTENSE. And I KNOW PAIN. But he spent about 90 seconds with me and decided to push me off until Friday when I can see my own doctor. With the classic "Call if it get's worse.." instructions. It was extremely upsetting. And no buddy, I will NEVER call you.
But it is what it is. It's been a hard 48 hours, but it seems to be getting better. I agree with the ER doc that I pulled something or had scar tissue issues, but as long as it's improving, it will all be okay. It just feels like I am going backwards in this healing process. But I will get there in the end. (Right?)
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