You ever have that feeling of living in a nightmare? Or at least had a chain of events that just made you laugh at how ridiculous it all was?
That’s how I feel.
After my getaway with Ben, I thought the pain had finally subsided. It didn’t. It only got worse and worse until I was having full blown contractions, again. I called the on-call doctor, who happened to be my doctor, and practically cried my frustrations to him. He told me to take some pain medication and to call him in the morning. I did and was asked to come in for an ultrasound.
The ultrasound didn’t find anything conclusive, but after discussing things with my doctor we determined a D&C was the best option at this point. I really just wanted the physical pain to go away.
Yesterday I went in at the early hour of 6 am for the surgery. It was short, I think, I can’t really be certain because I was under general anesthesia, but I do remember waking up to a lot of pain and the nurse giving me as much pain medication as she could.
It was awesome.
Until I am fully healed, I am stuck on the couch.
I guess I’ll be back when I can.