Yesterday J and I drove up to a cousin's house for a wedding. It was a lovely ceremony.
I should have stayed at home.
The 1.5 hour ride back home left me making noises like a cow in labor.
I'm not kidding.
I was fervently praying to God to let me get through the ID check at the gate without making the offending noises to alert the guards that I was in such pain. It worked. I made it to the house.
Poor J had to listen to me moan, groan and cry.
I was panting and trying to breath through each contraction.
Yes the were muscle contractions. My lower back was in spasm and my pelvic region decided to run a competition. I was having my own version of the pain Olympics.
I was told the other day no pain killers by the IVF nurse. Only hot packs and a hot bath. Oh and I could use my tens unit but um that hasn't arrived from Vancouver yet. I sent it out about 10 days ago for a battery swap out. Not sure what is taking it so long to get here. It would have been quicker for me to drive down there and exchange the battery myself in person.
When we got into the house I had trouble exiting the car. Movement to bend was almost impossible the pain was so bad. I would have thought sitting for 1.5 hours I would be able to bend forward easily but nope. I should have realized I couldn't bend without pain as every time a spasm would hit my back I'd arch against the seat belt causing more pelvic pain.
Today I warned J that if I have another episode like last night I'll go to the ER without a fuss. I'd rather not go on a weekend if at all possible. I'm not dying though I rather feel like it at times when the blood leaves my face making me dizzy.
CD 4 and I'm still bleeding heavy. Normally by now I'm down to spotting. I can't say enough, Something Is Wrong!