I’m dragging myself out of the nest of blankets and pillows from which I’ve been alternately sleeping a heavy, drugged, snoring sleep, watching Fellowship of the Rings, and eating comfort foods. I haven’t taken any tylenol 3 since 8:30 last night, but boy do I feel it.
Went to the ultrasound this morning and we found….nothing. No cyst. Everything looks great. Huh?
As Dr. N put it, “Gynecologically speaking, there is nothing wrong with you.”
Which caused me to burst into tears. My pain when I woke up this morning was way better than last night, but still around a four and if it wasn’t the easiest and most obvious cause then what the hell could it be?
Right now, I have no pain. I’ve felt fine for about three hours now. Go figure.
I never ran a fever, so probably no infection of any kind. Not constipated, so probably not a recurrance of my intestinal problems. No telling. My guess….stress. Stress does strange things to my body.
But, I suppose I’ll make an appointment with my GP for a check under the hood, so to speak. It’s probably about time to have a doctor check out the parts of my body that aren’t directly related to reproduction anyway.
