So, I have a very important question for you, my Readers. I value your input and feedback. I always have. But now I need your advice…
When do you know when it’s time to go back to your doctor and let them know that your pain is returning, that you’re afraid your Endometriosis is back with a vengeance, that it may be time to begin pursuing yet another surgery?
Yet, here I sit afraid that it’s still all in my head. That I’m blowing my pain out of proportion. That I’ve lived without it as intense for months and am now not used to it and am labeling it as large, debilitating pain.
And, as I type that, I know how silly it sounds…because I honestly feel that I’m not blowing it out of proportion. That I upgraded from Naproxen Sodium to Tylenol 3 with Codeine because the pain is getting that much worse. That I sleep with a heating pad on, just so I can try to sleep…and I’m not even on my period (yet). I’m due any day…
These thoughts keep me awake at night. And greet me in the morning.
I have so many things that I WANT to do. I want to plan and enjoy a one-week honeymoon with my husband. I want to go to Burning Man next year (which requires all of my vacation time). I want to visit family in Arizona…but here I sit three-quarters of the way through 2017 and I’ve only got two vacation days to my name. I’ve used up the rest and all of my sick time on calling in with cramps, or taking a fun 3-day weekend here or there to be with my husband and friends. Two vacation days…for the rest of the year.
Definitely not enough for a surgery in 2017. And I don’t want surgery in 2018 because I absolutely want to return to the Desert for two weeks with loved ones.
So I throw my hands up in the air…and analyzed my pain journals for this year. Want to look at them with me? Each month recently, my pain has gotten progressively worse, particularly on the right side…
2017…my pain journal. The red shapes indicate the location of the pain and/or cramping. BM stands for Bowel Movement. GI is gastrointestinal. The #/10 stands for the severity of pain, on a scale of 1-10.
August (thus far…):
If you were me, would you call your doctor and at least request a consult and an ultrasound? And go from there? Or would you just suck it up and continue to pop pills and lose sleep and *hope* it goes away?
I know it won’t go away…it’s not what the disease does…
But I hope it does.
And I want to cry just typing this.