Homeopathy and pain
Yesterday we had a Christmas dinner date with B’s dad, but I still wasn’t feeling well. I had been on Tylenol 3 all day for the pain.
I told B I could go with him to see his dad, but I’d just hang back and take it easy. That’s when B told me his dad had plans to take us to a restaurant, not do a sit-down dinner at his home.
Oh.
So B told me no way, no how, I was not in any shape to go out to dinner, and to please just stay home. So I did. I read books and played Shape By Shape and slept.
I was feeling better by last night, and went to bed without having to take pain meds.
Woke up this morning also feeling fine, but I had a gut feeling that it wouldn’t last.
I roused B and asked him to come with me to my first homeopathy appointment today. I told him I’d drive there and if the pain hit, he could drive us home.
I was fine til about halfway through the hour-and-a-half session, and then the uterine twinges started up again.
I felt low level nausea and some weakness in my legs. That’s always a sign that bad pain is to follow.
The homeopathy appointment itself was just an introductory thing - we went through my medical history, family stuff, psychological stuff, etc. She made notes and listened like a shrink would do, and offered some feedback here and there. At the end, she told me she’d like me to take Miralax once a day for the constipation (I am always constipated but it’s worse during menses, and even worse still once the pain meds come back into play). She also prescribed some cuttlefish ink, which I am to take two of, twice daily until the pain of this cycle ends. Then I take one twice a day until the pain starts up again for the next cycle, at which point I go back to taking two twice daily.
I will check back in with the homeopathy doctor again at the end of February, and she will introduce the next phase of my treatment.
I decided to drive us home after the appointment cuz I was not anywhere near debilitating pain, yet. On the way home, I got a craving for a coney dog, so we were on our way there when we saw two of our friends, C & J, standing on the side of a street in front of a local shop. I pulled over, got out of the car to go say hi to them, and WOOSH. The flow and pain began.
But still I walked over, hugged everyone (J’s sister and their mom came out of the shop and caught up with us), and we all chatted for a bit. I did a little shifty dance, not unlike the ‘pee dance’ because of the pain, and eventually we all parted ways and B and I headed on to a hotdog place in town (the Pampered Pup, which I keep calling the Pampered Poop).
When I got out of the car again, I got a second woosh and my legs were pretty shakey at this point. I walked slowly, cautiously, not sure I was gonna make it. Each step now brought full pelvic pain, centered low and in front, above the pubic bone.
We got our hotdogs, got back to the car, got back to the house, and I staggered to the bathroom.
It’s squid (clot) city right now :(
I had two bathroom runs. I ate the dog even though I still have the pain-related nausea. I also have low back pain now, and moderate fatigue from all the pain again.
Do the Internets have a play-by-play explanation as to what happens physically when squid pass? I will look it up.