My new GYN called yesterday to see if I’d called my insurance company about getting authorisation for the Tens Unit she wants to prescribe me for the pain, because I have had such bad luck with non-Tylenol-based opiates to manage the pain.
I told her that unfortunately, she would need to prove that Tens Units can be an effective way to treat the pain of Endometriosis. She said, “Oh, a study…” and told me that likely such a study does not exist, but that she’d search it out on my behalf.
Last Thursday, I met a Qigong practitioner at the business class I try to attend each month. We exchanged info, and I went to her as a patient yesterday afternoon. She did some energy work on me and mooshed my stomach around quite a lot. She told me that I have intestinal blockages, and that breathing with her as she slowly manipulated my stomach and abdomen would free the blockages. She told me I’d become quite regular afterwards, and that with the freeing up of the toxins, I may have an emotional reaction, or even become angry in the next couple of days. She told me this is normal, because the blockages are being freed up. She marvelled at how in tune with my body I am, and at one point when I felt pain, she told me to breathe into it and find out where the connective tissue (fascia) led with regards to my pain. I thought and breathed and felt inward, and then told her that the connective tissue near my belly button on the right side had a direct line down to the current pain in my uterus/bladder/rectum. She paused and looked at me and smiled, and told me I’d just advanced light years, and that many of her clients never get this far, and here I am blowing it away on the first meeting!
I wasn’t all that surprised, but it still felt good to be recognised. :)
I’ve had to be in tune with my body out of necessity, because the doctors have been so consistent in their failure to help me over the years.
I had to end the session a bit early cuz I had to pee so bad. When I got home, I had to pee badly again, and … other stuff.
TMI ALERT:
I swear, I shit five times yesterday. Loose every time. Normally, I shit once every 1-2 days, and I’m always, always constipated.
So she wasn’t kiddin about freeing stuff up! Lordy!!!
END TMI
This morning, the emotional blah began. I was on my way to pick up my friend for the gym, and I heard news stories about the life and death of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
I got all teary-eyed, and remembered when, as a young teen, I used to listen to his wife Coretta Scott King on the radio. I swear, I wanted to just bawl my eyes out that he’s gone, and that the race riots had to happen, and that race is still a huge issue today.
After I got home from the gym, the labor board called, and as a result of that, I did cry. And then after that, I went to calm down by reading my friends’ diaries on LiveJournal, and was shocked to find that two of my friends were robbed at gunpoint last night. Cue up tears again. UGH.
*big sigh*
I’m going to lay down and try to breathe until my friend calls. We have to go to Berkeley today so I can distribute business cards.