I had four good days without pain. I guess I should not take the good days for granted.
Last night I had a terrible flare of my Interstitial Cystitis
I have been watching what I eat and drink, staying away from caffeine and high acid foods and beverages, but sometimes flares happen. It has something to do with the pelvic wall.
Mine is probably screwed up from my anatomy being changed when I had my surgery to remove my rectum and colon. It also may be because of the tons of scar tissue that has grown within. When
my gynecologist had to remove a fallopian tube because of a cyst, he said my it was a jungle in there with the adhesions! Stress also plays a role. I get stressed easily. That could have been from stress
worrying about needing periodontal grafting, or maybe from my best friend having cancer? Maybe it is a combination of everything, the perfect storm, so to speak.
I saw my family practice doctor. I needed to vent about this stupid disorder. I also needed a referral for physical therapy for pelvic pain disorder. She gave me the referral and suggested I increase my antidepressant as going through this chronic pain is very depressing.
So, getting back to last night. I began having spasms in my urethra around 9pm as I was getting ready for bed. I took one of the pain meds for this specific problem. I also took my heating pad to bed with me, writhing in pain and crying while my husband snored. I went on the computer looking for distraction, but that didn't help. I couldn't concentrate or pray. In desperation, I took a tranquilizer so I would fall asleep.
I was so depressed this morning. I cried a lot. I felt sorry for myself. I even thought I would rather die of the kidney disease than have to live with this pain, but then, I got over it and on with life.
I did some retail therapy at Goodwill. I bought a cute black and white fleece top and a black scarf. I also found some cool epoxy stickers, precut card stock and envelopes. I felt better.
I was feeling a little dopey all day though. The pain pills do that to a person.
I watched Grey's Anatomy; the theme being why does God allow bad things to happen
to people who love Him? Some were allowed a miracle, some not. But in the end, He promises
to be with us.