So I got up and took my micro fleece blanked out to the couch, where I chilled till around 7am when my hubs yelled for me to come back to bed. I couldn't though. I just wanted to be by myself. So he came out to the couch and fell asleep while I ate some peanut butter toast and took some more ibuprofen. I was able to fall asleep on the couch with my husband until 10am, when we both went back into the bedroom. He got up around 11 when he knew I was comfortable and going to be able to sleep. I got out of bed around 12:40p.m. and laid on the couch most of the day.
I was a wreck though, I was stressed out over the fact that I had to work at a prom tonight, I was dreading it. Knowing that I would have to run to the bathroom and change my tampon once an hour if not more, I was going crazy. So I tired to take a shower and get ready to go, but I found myself on the bed with my face into a pillow screaming and crying. That’s when my husband said "that’s it, I am calling you boss and you are staying home." So he did, he called and left a message that I was really sick and that I wouldn't be making it into work tonight. We then drove to the store so I go stock up on supplies and get some Pamprine (or whatever its called).
I have been on the couch for 3hrs and I am feeling a little bit better now. I took some Pamprine with a full glass of water like it says to on the bottle. Called my sister to tell her what was going on and that I don't remember ever feeling like this. She mentioned the possibility of it being a miscarriage, or my body dealing with my period differently since losing 24lbs. I though about both and looked up miscarriages on webmd.com and I don’t think that is what it is. I am still checking though every time I go to the bathroom. The Pamprine seems to be helping, my cramps have chilled out, but I am just so exhausted.
I was awake at 4:45 on Friday for work and didn't sleep last night. So I am hoping that I can sleep tonight and not wake up in pain in the middle of the night either. I really don't want to miss church for Palm Sunday tomorrow, because I already had to miss Lazarus Saturday. And I know I won’t be working out tomorrow, so that means three days that I missed. I hope it won’t be too bad. At dinner with the girls I had grilled Tilapia. It’s not like I have been eating much either. So I just pray that when I step on that scale on Monday I don't see any weight gained.
Alright well I should go, watch some TV and maybe fall asleep.
 


 
 
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