what the actual fuck, body
Jan. 16th, 2025 08:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impySooooooo... that's new. I've never had that issue before and I truly, truly hope it's over and never to return.
Tuesday I started feeling, for lack of a better explanation, crampy. Which is weird enough on its own since normally I luck out on the cramps for my period- they either don't exist or they're a very specific type that I still manage to confuse with something else because they don't show up on a regular basis. That said, I have in the past had at least a couple of what the actual fuck is going on? types. Or once that I remember vividly and have a vague memory of thinking at that time that oh, yes, this was like the other times I do not remember now because that time was so extreme. Huzzah?
Anyway. Tuesday. Cramps. Like no amount of contorting on the couch would get rid of them. Very rude. Took some pain pills and a benadryl for the sinus fuckery and passed out. Woke up at dinner feeling fine. Took my after dinner nap, woke up for work feeling better than I have in ages, and headed off. I was fine until 5am, when I slowly started to feel like absolute shit. By 6am I am pretty sure anyone who looked at the cameras would wonder why my face was doing that. It was not fun trying to pretend I was fine while internally my insides were trying to somehow strangle me. Got home, had something to eat and nearly puked prior to that. Fun. But things settled once I took my ass to bed and stayed there for hours. I woke up around 4pm and played some of my phone games to kind of ease into being awake. Yeah, by dinner I was in absolute agony again and I do not fucking know what the fuck. Ate some dinner, enjoyed it, went back to bed and hoped for blessed sleep. It uh, did not happen. Around 7:30 sent Mom for Gas-X to see if that would help because, well, it felt an awful lot like gas so I thought maybe I'd confused the two because that can happen and anyway, it took me down a few notches on the pain-o-meter but still didn't settle me back at zero. In fact, that did not happen until sometime after 2am, so I obviously called out of work and felt bad for doing so but there was no way in hell I was going to be able to stand at the register while being in that much pain.
Btw, Gas-X is wild with their "take 1-2 tablets with every meal or as needed, but do not exceed 4 in a 24 hour period." Dude, am I only eating once? Anyway.
Eventually found that if I flipped so I was leaning a bit on my left, I felt better. I woke up a few times and each time felt a bit better still, until maybe the 6am wakeup when I remembered why I do not sleep that way more often in this bed (because my back eventually screams for mercy, fyi) but possibly between the rest and the cat hopping up to check on me, nest quickly on my ouchie bits while purring LOUDLY, and then running away, I feel okay this morning. I'm hoping this isn't just going to be a repeat of the last two days where I'm okay until I'm not.
That said, I also woke up with a wicked cough I definitely did not have when I went to sleep. So. That's fun. I thought I'd kicked that, dammit.
The big problem is that cold seems to make it all worse, and you know who lives with the fan on 24/7, is feared and adored at work for making sure it's chilly on their shift, and basically loves to be on the chilly side to the point that it does not occur to me to turn the fan off even when I'm shivering? Yeah, brilliant I am.
On the flipside, I had a craft hobby dream, so now I'm thinking I should resume my cross-stitch embroidery. I'm thinking it's my first half of the year hobby since the sun makes up for the lack of decent lighting in here. When I'm feeling better and have stayed feeling better, I should check to see what I was working on and what I've got on tap.
Tuesday I started feeling, for lack of a better explanation, crampy. Which is weird enough on its own since normally I luck out on the cramps for my period- they either don't exist or they're a very specific type that I still manage to confuse with something else because they don't show up on a regular basis. That said, I have in the past had at least a couple of what the actual fuck is going on? types. Or once that I remember vividly and have a vague memory of thinking at that time that oh, yes, this was like the other times I do not remember now because that time was so extreme. Huzzah?
Anyway. Tuesday. Cramps. Like no amount of contorting on the couch would get rid of them. Very rude. Took some pain pills and a benadryl for the sinus fuckery and passed out. Woke up at dinner feeling fine. Took my after dinner nap, woke up for work feeling better than I have in ages, and headed off. I was fine until 5am, when I slowly started to feel like absolute shit. By 6am I am pretty sure anyone who looked at the cameras would wonder why my face was doing that. It was not fun trying to pretend I was fine while internally my insides were trying to somehow strangle me. Got home, had something to eat and nearly puked prior to that. Fun. But things settled once I took my ass to bed and stayed there for hours. I woke up around 4pm and played some of my phone games to kind of ease into being awake. Yeah, by dinner I was in absolute agony again and I do not fucking know what the fuck. Ate some dinner, enjoyed it, went back to bed and hoped for blessed sleep. It uh, did not happen. Around 7:30 sent Mom for Gas-X to see if that would help because, well, it felt an awful lot like gas so I thought maybe I'd confused the two because that can happen and anyway, it took me down a few notches on the pain-o-meter but still didn't settle me back at zero. In fact, that did not happen until sometime after 2am, so I obviously called out of work and felt bad for doing so but there was no way in hell I was going to be able to stand at the register while being in that much pain.
Btw, Gas-X is wild with their "take 1-2 tablets with every meal or as needed, but do not exceed 4 in a 24 hour period." Dude, am I only eating once? Anyway.
Eventually found that if I flipped so I was leaning a bit on my left, I felt better. I woke up a few times and each time felt a bit better still, until maybe the 6am wakeup when I remembered why I do not sleep that way more often in this bed (because my back eventually screams for mercy, fyi) but possibly between the rest and the cat hopping up to check on me, nest quickly on my ouchie bits while purring LOUDLY, and then running away, I feel okay this morning. I'm hoping this isn't just going to be a repeat of the last two days where I'm okay until I'm not.
That said, I also woke up with a wicked cough I definitely did not have when I went to sleep. So. That's fun. I thought I'd kicked that, dammit.
The big problem is that cold seems to make it all worse, and you know who lives with the fan on 24/7, is feared and adored at work for making sure it's chilly on their shift, and basically loves to be on the chilly side to the point that it does not occur to me to turn the fan off even when I'm shivering? Yeah, brilliant I am.
On the flipside, I had a craft hobby dream, so now I'm thinking I should resume my cross-stitch embroidery. I'm thinking it's my first half of the year hobby since the sun makes up for the lack of decent lighting in here. When I'm feeling better and have stayed feeling better, I should check to see what I was working on and what I've got on tap.