I know your technical term is discomfort. But let me tell you right now, I wouldn’t be here if I was only experiencing discomfort.
An awesome Friday turned into 9:30pm trip to the emergency room. I was in severe lower abdomen pain, low like ovaries, uterus, etc. Like couldn’t walk, couldn’t sit, couldn’t stand searing agony. And it was killing Oz because it hurt me to be touched. He was scared.
And so was I. Hospitals come with needles and bright lighting and forced fluids and more questions than answers and did I mention needles? I couldn’t even be a baby about it with Oz in the room. He has to use needles daily and has medical equipment constantly attached to him.
The doctor was nice enough (outside of the continual use of the word discomfort), and the nurses were great.
But, as always, I left with a clean bill of healthy (maybe a cyst? they think), successfully ace-ing any and all medical tests administered. On paper, I am as healthy as a horse. Anyone else suffering from fibromyalgia will be happy to tell you, that isn’t always as comforting as it should be.
So I am left with more questions than answers. And I am a little more than nervous. If anyone has any words of advice to help me out, I would appreciate it! I don’t like the thought of having something else going wrong with my health, but this is the second time my reproductive system has sent me spiraling, and it is not because of fibromyalgia.
Any help is better than becoming a hypochondriac on webmd.