Day 2: A photo of something you ate today
Today has been a frustrating day to say the least which started off bright and early with physical therapy. Why I chose to set up an appointment at 8am on my last day off is beyond me but I hauled myself out of bed anyway. It was an extremely painful experience although I know its a necessary one. I was referred to physical therapy to address pelvic floor issues but we haven’t even got to that part yet. My physical therapist only deals with patients with PFD so I know I am in good hands. Upon examination, she stated that my lower abdominal/pelvic muscles are extremely tight as if they were in protective mode. While the source of the pain (such as endo) may be removed, the body still thinks it needs to defend itself and locks down those muscles so we are working to get them loosened up which is proving to be a very painful experience. I wasn’t sure whether to cry or puke. I know it will get better. At least I hope it gets better.
The day got even better with a trip to the rheumatologist. I typically like my rheum. I think he knows his stuff and has a nice bedside manner. Today I wasn’t feeling the love but it wasn’t against him personally. At this point – without the results of my latest blood work – we are at a standstill of what to do next. The only thing he could do was increase one of medications in hopes that maybe provide some relief. Of course the appointment ended with the dreaded “I’m sorry. I wish we could do more” line. I was in tears by the time I reached my car. The past two weeks have probably been the most painful I have dealt with in the past 8 years – including surgery recoveries. So to be told “sorry” just wasn’t cutting it. So I drove the hour back home questioning everything. My first instinct was to come up, curl up under the covers, and hide. Actually that’s a lie. My very first instinct was to seek out the biggest milkshake I could find and then come home and hide under the covers. I fought that instinct somehow (probably thanks to yesterday’s weigh-in) and made in home where my amazing husband had one of my favorite meals waiting for me:
Scrambled eggs & toast! Its probably the healthiest of comfort foods & I will say my hubby makes a mean scrambled egg 🙂
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