not well
The bleeding subsided yesterday evening, and I knew that this could be a Bad Thing™ unless I did something about it.
See, when george stops, it means he has plans to start back up in a dreadful tizzy within the next 12 to 18 hours, leaving my mouth gaping and eyes wide from the pain and damage in my uterus, intestines and that entire region.
So I started marching throughout the house. I got silly and started goose-stepping. I also did slow stretches, and then I laid down with a heating pad.
This worked, and george reappeared, gushing forth, but no cramps. That’s fine though - at least he was flowing, rather than clotting in there. The clots cause the real damage, cuz they have to pass through the cervix, and that’s when you see me go pale from the pain.
I woke up this morning and felt fine, and once again, george had disappeared. I took a shower and laid back down on the bed afterwards to dry off. That’s when I started to feel uneasy.
It’s hard to describe really, but it’s an uneasy feeling in the stomach - like a very low grade nausea. And when george is around and I get that feeling, it means he’s unleashing his black magick.
I decided that I’d just pretend it wasn’t happening, and maybe I could do the mind-over-matter thing and by actually getting up off my ass and getting ready for work, I could stave it off.
I’ve done this before, and rarely does it work.
I got up, got dressed, and made myself a nice breakfast of scrambled eggs with spinach and sharp cheddar. I used rice milk to scramble the eggs with. I used gluten-free butter in the pan. I put some gluten-free waffles in the toaster oven, and I used gluten-free butter on the waffles, too. This is a normal breakfast for me. Nothing about that breakfast was forbidden.
I was sitting at the computer eating my breakfast and catching up on some friends’ journals, when suddenly the intestinal urgency and the nausea took over.
I staggered to the bathroom and spent the next 20 minutes sitting on the pot and leaning over into a bucket at the same time, and of course, had the wide-eyed gaping mouth silent scream from the pain which shook me to my core and gave me uncontrollable chills even while my body was feverish.
There was very little menstruation going on - it was mostly cramping, mixed with a constipated intestinal reaction. Basically, george had wrapped his claws around my bowels and was swinging from them like an angry ape.
When the intestinal spasms and front cramping finally subsided, I felt ready to pass out. I felt exceedingly tired. I felt very thirsty. I staggered out of the bathroom and tried to lay down on the bed, but that’s when the anal pain and intestinal cramping started again. Back to the bathroom for two more trips, and nothing was happening - just the spasming and shooting anal pain.
By now, I was too uncomfortable to lay down, to stand up, to sit down - to do anything. I just slowly paced the house - it’s all I could do.
Of course I called in sick to work. Ain’t no way I’m gonna go in after that, even if it was just a morning issue and even if I start to feel better in the next hour. No way - that episode is all it takes to completely wipe me out and leave me ashen-faced for the entire day.
So this is day three that I will be drugged and bedridden. My mom’s mom used to be bedridden for up to a week. It seems that as I get older, it’s stretching out towards the week for me, too. I really, really hope I can get surgery in January.
Right now, I have The Guilt.
I feel guilty because I can finally now sit down - I’ve been able to sit for the past 15 - 20 minutes with minimal anus discomfort, and I don’t have any front cramping. I feel that I should go into work now that it’s all over. But like I said, I’m also ready for a nap, and I have a headache now, and I honestly don’t know if george is done with me, yet. This bullshit when george leaves and then comes back and beats the hell out of me with a bat is what B likes to call george’s “Last Gasp” before he goes away again for another month.
But The Guilt is also what I go through every time this happens.
Blah. I’m gonna grab the heating pad for my BUTT this time, and go try to get comfy in bed again. The drugs I think will be more for dulling The Guilt in staying home from work, than for the pain.
12:29pm Edit: Just woke up after a 2.5 hour Tylenol 3-induced nap to discover two things. 1) george returned full on, so it’s a good thing I took the drugs, and 2) I have really bad munchies. I’m whimpering that I don’t have any cheddar popcorn in the house.
Speaking of corn… I accidentally reintroduced corn into my diet on Saturday, did I mention that? Can’t recall. Anyway, I was off corn for only six days total before accidental reintroduction. No immediate side effects so far.
I’ll be eating and going back to bed again.