|Nomadic SA Chick||
This is probably going to get a bit too personal. This is your chance to back out now.
Well, things have been a little weird for me recently. I've had one new medication that has really been screwing with me. I've had some really bad cramping the past two weeks because of it, but it's been pretty manageable. Friday and yesterday that was not the case. Friday the cramping had gotten much worse and I was having troubles standing up. I put a call into my doctor, got a call back from her nurse. I answered some questions for her and she said she'd pass it on to the doctor and one of them would call me back. That call never came, but no big deal because it wasn't the worst thing. I'm thankful for the high pain tolerance I have.
On Saturday I woke up screaming in pain at about 6:00 in the morning. I think the cats were pretty terrified, and I'm a little surprised my neighbors weren't woken up. I somehow managed to get out of bed and moved to the couch. I covered myself in a heated blanket hoping that would help with the pain. It didn't. So at about 8:00 AM I called my mother. I guess no matter how old you get you still want to talk to your parents when you feel crummy. After explaining to her what was going on she recommended that I call my doctor's answering service and try to get a message to her. This was not normal. I hung up the phone and debated about calling because of how early it was. The thing that finally convinced me to call was realizing that just like I am on-call occasionally for work if anyone should need help, so is she.
I called the answering service, and found myself crying on the phone as I was trying to talk to the lady who answered the phone. I got a call back from a doctor; not my normal one. I explained to her what was going on. She advised me to keep up with the meds until I hear back from my doctor, but said that if the pain gets any worse that I should go to Emergent Care or the ER. She told me to take a lot of over the counter pain meds and to use a heating pad. So, Saturday I spent all day on the couch reading and occasionally crying. If I could hold out I was not going to Emergent Care or the ER. I told myself that if I felt confident enough to get myself there I didn't need to go.
So I wake up Sunday and it's like nothing over the past two days had happened. There was no pain, no cramping, nothing. I was normal! My doctor called me back today, okay, it was her nurse who called. But she asked how I was doing. I told her about the weekend, all the pain on Saturday, and nothing on Sunday. The doctor wants me to keep on the meds for two more months. She says it typically takes 3 cycles for a body to adapt to it. She also said my appetite and tastes should return in that time.
I just passed the one month mark. Two more to go. Let's see how it turns out.