Thursday, September 22, 2011
I've Got A Clue
There isn't much to watch on television that is all that entertaining. I've also been getting bad headaches, sometimes migraines. I'd rather not be trying to rid myself of a headache with the television on and bright lights in the room.
This is where the board games come into the picture. The room we play our games in is the dining room and the light isn't overly bright there so it doesn't hurt my eyes. There aren't any loud sounds or buzzing noises coming from a standard board game either. Besides its creating some bonding time between us.
J got me the board game of CLUE for my birthday this year. As a child we had the game at home but never really played it except to browse through the rules. Now I know how to play the game and actually enjoy this new version where you can get your character killed off.
I've found out that J has a curse upon him when he plays clue. The first three rounds we played of the game his character was the killer. He told me that there has never been a game played where his character hasn't turned out to be the killer, well until last night. Last night I tried something for him to break that curse. I asked him to let me choose his character. It worked. The next round he chose his own character and again he was free of the curse. He actually won too.
However the night was marred by a problem. I started with really bad, felt like knife stabbing me, pelvic pain. It continued through the night and its still there today. I'm hoping that tomorrow it will be gone and won't be back. This weekend we celebrate our 6th anniversary and we have plans to travel. I'd rather not be in pain. I don't want to have to stay home or end up in the ER because of the pain. J is worried about me. He keeps checking his cell phone every 20 minutes to make sure he doesn't miss THAT CALL, if I need to go to the ER. He's such a wonderful guy and I'm glad that his co-workers aren't telling him to shut off his phone, the Army can request him to do that with his job.
I was able to sit through my morning DBT seminar without passing out from the pain. Well, see I have a tendency to hold my breath instead of breathing through the pain. I was bent over in pain but I let the instructor know first about the problem and she was understanding.
I'm starting a rumor. It was Scarlett in the kitchen with poison and I know she's trying to kill me! I mean why else would I be bent over clutching my lower abdomen if she wasn't trying to poison me? Yes, yes, I know its the endometriosis but I can still laugh at myself right?