Item – I seem to have segued, seamlessly, from post-surgical bleeding to menstrual bleeding. I am going to be so anaemic when this is over, y’all.
Item – OW. Cramps. OW. OW.
Item – I had a proper shower this morning and changed my dressings. I seem to have two-and-a-half incisions. One in the belly-button, yes, which I was expecting (oh my God the bruising), one on the left side a couple of inches above my hip-bone (mildly surprised – why to the side? Why not central? Was this part of the failed attempt to get under the Cute Ute and excavate?) and then, an inch below the belly-button, a kind of scar which could just be a scratch, or it could be glued rather than stitched. The hell? What? What?
Item – And having a shower wore me the fuck out. I was bruised but fine, and now I am exhausted, crampy, nauseous and dizzy. I’m sure it’s really because my period started this afternoon, but I feel vaguely punished for trying to be a sweet-scented presentable (bruised, bloated, bad-tempered (but I smell of gardenias. That counts, right?)) person.
Item – H has a bad, and seriously disgusting, cold. I have just had surgery and I am getting my period and I think this cold is bad and he has a right to bitch. Therefore, the poor bastard Officially Feels Grim. We are such jolly good company for each other right now.
Item – As soon as I had the attention-span I fired up my google-fu and had an explore of non-surgical, non-conception-preventing treatments for endometriosis (hey, guys! I OFFICIALLY have endometriosis now! W00t!). I promptly fell into An Infinte Ocean of Woo. Infinite. Woo. Crystals. Herbs. Massage. Laying-on-of-Hands. Prayer-Circles. Oh, the hell.
Item – The only promising thing, in that it came up over and over again in less-than-bloody-woo terms, was a link between endometriosis and gluten intolerance. Gentle Readers, I am seriously going to give up wheat and gluten for a few months. I am. Yes, me, the Pasta Maniac. I am at my wits’ end here.
Item – Must go and do some suffering now. Is necessary, apparently.
