Day 5 of the pain
I’m a stuck pig and bedridden. I’m currently on two Tylenol 3 and 400mg Ibuprofen because the pain would not quit.
The pain was slight Halloween morning, so I took it easy. By afternoon I was feeling better.
The pain ramped up the very next day (Saturday), and I wasn’t able to go out clubbing. I went to bed super early that night.
I swear, I can’t even remember Sunday.
Monday I was drugged on pain meds, in pain, shuffling around the house in bedclothes.
I spent parts of Sunday and Monday reviewing the ballot for the election. I spent ALL day Tuesday finishing up my research for the ballot. This is the first time in my life that I spent this much time researching thoroughly every candidate, measure and proposition on a ballot. I wanted to be totally sure on everything. Everything. I felt like I was back in college, studying for final exams, there was so much material. I did all this from my bed, drugged to the gills on pain medication, taking frequent rests or all out falling asleep at the keyboard from the medication.
Tuesday night, my husband (HUSBAND! so weird and wonderful to say that word) took me to vote. I was feeling better, so I walked with little difficulty and voted confidently. We went to podle’s house to watch the election results come in and history be made. I wept tears of joy for Barack Obama. I’ll have another more to say on him later I’m sure.
Around 10pm last night, the pain and bleeding returned. My heart sank. I wanted to call my employer but it was already late. So I emailed instead. I took more meds, went to bed, and hoped to be pain free today.
I woke up at 6:30am, later than I normally would for a workday, but ready to go out the door if only my body would give me the green light.
At 7am, it was apparent that my body was not ready for me to be pain free. I texted and emailed my employer. I feel badly. I’ve missed three days of work, which means my employer has missed work as well. Hopefully not. Hopefully they have a substitute or can work from home.
I have no idea what tomorrow holds for me. I’ve only ever missed four straight days of work on one other occasion, and when I returned to work on the fifth day, I was fired. But then that job was different. They’d been harassing me for months.
The pain meds are at full tilt now. Time for sleep.