Today was going to be a great day. I took two Pamprin pills in the morning and went into work (no, I was BOUNDING into work) because I felt so good. I think it's because the Pamprin had caffeine in it, plus I had my homemade frappe', so I was definitely on a caffeine high. Regardless, I had only a little bit of ovarian pain so I did my best to ignore it and go on with my day. I needed less than a hundred boards to get my order completed, there was Christian music playing on my radio, and I was in a good mood. Today was going to be a great day.
Lunch time rolled around, and my Pamprin had worn off. I took two more with my lunch and was ready to take on my afternoon. Two hours later, around 2:15pm, everything crashed down on me. (Men, you can stop reading now. I'm gonna talk about woman stuff).
I had to use the restroom, and my body decided to fill the toilet bowl with blood, once again. Knives stabbing my ovaries. Tears rolling down my face. Are you kidding me? Six days into my period and it's like red Niagara Falls is coming out of my body. Time to go home. AARRGGG!!!
I called my Dr's office on the way home (the one I'm going to see tomorrow) and the nurse says it sounds like I have Dysfunctional Uterine Bleeding and I might need an Endometrial Ablation or a Hysterectomy. But obviously, I haven't seen the Dr yet, so I'll find out what I need tomorrow. Whatever it takes so that I can get on with my life. I'm probably the only one in this world who wants to get this over with so I can get back to work. I don't want any days off work to "recover", even though I know it'll be necessary. I did that all last summer. This is a new year, and we're not playing the laying-in-bed-all-day game again. Some people like doing that, I don't. I've got work to do.
Okay, Vicodin is kicking in and I'm starting to ramble. So I'll just end this posting here. I'll share more tomorrow.
P.S. God is still in control, and He has a plan for me through all this. I have no doubt that He's gonna heal me.
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