Arrrrgghhh, says I

Wednesday, September 10, 2008
And not just because I’m a salty sea captain. No folks, I “arrgghh’d” a great deal over the past few days, mainly due to pain. I spent most of Monday curled up in a fetal position in bed, comforted by a toasty warm bean bag, my duvet, and a couple of cats happy to have someone to snuggle with. My cuteness, fabulous sense of humour, and the ability to find any excuse not to workout or diet were no match for a tiny little cyst (and perhaps some of his friends) who decided to use my ovaries as a jungle gym. Little bastards. Certainly not the worst attack I’ve ever had but it wasn’t pleasant to say the least.

By Monday afternoon, I was feeling a bit better and managed to drag my self to the couch where I knit and watched old episodes of QI, my favourite not-feeling-well pastime. That Stephen Fry, he always knows how to make me feel better. My dinner time it seemed as though the things were better, I managed to eat and headed back to bed for some much needed rest. Tuesday dawned (metaphorically – it was actually rainy and cloudy, yay!) and showed a great deal of promise. Just a smidgen of pain and the ability to get up and walk around had been restored. I packed my bag and headed off to work. Foolish mortal. By the time I got to my desk, the pain had returned. Unfortunately the mere act of sitting at a desk all day at times like this is a bit of a problem. The most comfortable position when this happens is curled up in a ball on my side or sitting on my knees and bending forward (for those of you who do yoga, think Child Pose). Important meetings and work that required my attention kept me at the office. I thanked all the gods I could remember that I had remembered to bring my bean bag with me and that we had a functioning microwave in our office. By the end of the day, things were once again better and when I walked through the front door of my apartment, I felt pretty good. (Photo from Talkingsun)

This morning, no pain. Fingers crossed that all is well once again. I’m run down and feeling a bit week but otherwise so far so good. No need to feel bad for me folks, I’m used to it and fortunately it doesn’t happen very often. Who you should feel bad for is my mother. I think I scared the bejeesus out of her. You see, my parents divorced when I was a teenager, and Big Brother and I lived with our father. My mother had grown up with terrible cramps every month and I started out the same way so we never really thought much of it. Just something to deal with. As I got older though, the pain wasn’t always associated with my period and after almost 20 years I was finally diagnosed with the PCOS I have mentioned in previous posts. I’ve explained the problem to the Admiral and she seemed to understand about the pain. However, this was the first major attack that she’s been subjected to since we moved in together and I think it scared her. Everytime she got up to wee (she sleeps during the day), she’d pop her head in, ask how I’m doing, and then offer me drugs with codeine (I passed on most of these offers until finally I just had to give in) with a concerned look on her face. I’ve reassured her that I’m fine but she’s a mom…they worry.

Anyways, I’m now doing better so never fear. I’ll be back sailing the seas and pillaging before you know it! And on the positive side, when it DOES happen ... I don't have to go to work, I can stay in my jammies all day, not worry about hair, don't have to run to catch a bus filled with stinky creepy folks, and when I'm able to eat I can have whatever I want!

2 comments:

Milla said...

Your post comes with perfect timing since today I've already taken four painkillers (because of the monthly enemy visit!).
I've been trying to cut down on the number of painkillers but sometimes...sometimes you just HAVE to swollow that (bitter, but it makes life sweeter afterwards) pill.

Heather said...

Poor you! Hope you're feeling tip-top soon.

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