Health Log 5/3/11

Tuesday May 3rd

Slept solid from midnight to 5am. Got out of bed at 7:30am. Used heating pad on lower back. Pain in lower back, headache, upper arms. Head filled with mucus. Maybe pollen allergies?
Pain Score 5/10

8am 2 eggs, 1 toast w/butter, 1/3 coffee 2/3 chicory, splash milk
supplements

10am banana, KIND nut bar

Head to Gyno appointment. Show up at check in time, 12 noon.

12:45 Still waiting. Getting hungry headache and nausea. Pure bar

1:15pm Finally see doc. Commence pain sequence where 3 different speculum instruments are used in a mining expedition with little success of seeing my cervix due to inflammation. To her credit, the gyno did say “I’m so sorry.” and “Relax!” over and over.

Because I mentioned I was unsure about when I would get my next mammogram because of the PAIN, she says she’ll just give me a very thorough breast exam. Which she does and although Act 2, Breastacular Mash 2011, is pretty spectacular, it doesn’t come close to the continuing pain from Act 1.

2:30pm I’m missing my acupuncture appointment. And I’m in major pain and hungry and sick to my stomach. I try to still make my appointment and eat two Pure bars on the way. I drink 4 tiny cups of water when I get there.

I discuss with my acupuncturist my decision to not take Flexiril or Plaquenil. She says she is happy to support my choice. I expected no less. I tell her about my massive headache but strangely, I don’t want to mention that I just came from the gyno and that I’m in massive pain in that area. Subsequently, I didn’t get any relief from that pain and I had her remove the needle in my forehead (for my headache) because I couldn’t relax with it in there. After my appointment, I realize I got nothing from it and it’s my own fault.

4:45 I am drained of all that is good and holy and I know if I go home I won’t eat and tomorrow will be shot before it begins. I stop for an early dinner. Side salad, trout, cooked spinach w/garlic, mini slice of sourdough bread w/butter, 2 bites mac n cheese for dessert at Kings Fish House
Supplements

I beat Joe home from work and sit in the dark in the easy chair with the heating pad.

6pm Major headache, glass of water, ibuprofen 800mg

8:30pm I am mentally and emotionally overcome. Normally, because of my abusive childhood and teen years, a pap smear or any type of exam in my lady parts is hard to deal with and takes some time to get over, but this has been the worst internal exam I’ve ever had (I will see red/orange/pink thin mucus in my underwear until Wednesday night.), and I’m including the time the doc stripped my membranes during labor with my son and didn’t warn me first. I go to bed early. Joe tucks me in, kisses me and tells me that even champion boxers get beat up in the ring and need time to recover. It doesn’t make them less of a champion. I cry myself to sleep with his comfort over me like a blanket.
PS 10/10