Can’t sleep. Painsomnia again. I guess part of the reason that Thursday was such a good pain day for me is because I literally spent 23 hours in bed. It just happens once every week or two as a result of my body rebelling against life, so of course I wasn’t in pain since…
Dear Little đź’›ribbonrx, This is you, from the future. I know that seems kind of strange, but I wanted to give you this special opportunity, brought to you by an alien known as The Doctor (see that Blue Police Box in the backyard?) to let you know that everything is going to be ok…
While in Atlanta for my third endo-related surgery (check it out at The Day Before the Day Of and Always A Zebra), I had the privilege of being interviewed by the filmmakers behind the smashing new documentary on endometriosis called Endo What? One of the questions that Shannon Cohn, the director, asked me was if I…
Read the story of my surgery in Always A Zebra! Just a short, quick update! So how am I feeling a week post-op? Quite well, actually. You know you had a successful surgery when you are using less pain medication post-op than you were pre-op.?
Those with endometriosis know pain, particularly pelvic pain. It’s the hallmark of the disease. It’s something we live with day in and day out. And the degree of pain we experience on a daily basis is a level at which most individuals aren’t capable of functioning. Case in point: when I woke up in…
Note: This post spans a period of two days, covering my entire hospital stay. Ouchie McOucherson. That’s about how I feel right now. Because surgery hurts, no matter whether it’s “just” a laparoscopy or not! But luckily I have this -> to help me. Yay for Dilaudid PCAs!
Dear David, When you asked my daddy for permission to marry me, I know you had no idea what you were getting into. But then, nobody could have anticipated what was going to happen.
See how I prepared for this trip in Take Off With Us! Today was definitely one of the more emotional days I’ve had lately. Maybe it’s my hormones or just because I’ve been worrying about needing this surgery for almost a year, who knows?
I sat on the toilet in our hotel room, slumped over with my chest on my thighs, desperately wishing it would end so I could get some sleep. Alas, no sleep would come until I was rendered unconscious in the OR by the mechanisms of modern medicine several hours later. The clock was slowly…
Where does anyone in the 21st century turn to for information? The Internet, of course. Which takes us back to where we left off at the end of my last post. Hopeless, in more pain every day than anyone should have to endure, and looking for support from people who could relate to what I…
