I sit here staring sleepy eyed at the computer screen.
My coffee has turned cold, my Kashi Pumpkin Spice Flax bar is but crumbs on my desk.
My EndoFemm has been reheated twice this morning and helping me to cope.
I’m desperatly trying to keep from reaching for that bottle of Cataflam in my medicine cabinet.
I really just want to climb into bed and hide from the world and wait out the pain. It’s hit a climax today. And the more I prepare myself for my April 8th Endocrinology appointment, the more I realize that A) I could end up starting next week off with a pituitary tumor, B) and I may have to try Danazol, Lupron Depot, or Amiredex for my endometriosis before he will approve a hysterectomy. And here I am, in endometriosis pain, left in limbo land hell.
And it’s days like this I wish I didn’t work and could lay on my couch drugged up in a stupor. I know, this isn’t healthy, but I’m fed up with pain. FED UP! Chronic conditions stink. OK. If you’d like to be invited to my pity party, the door’s open, bring meds and kleenex. 🙂