10,000 knives in my abdomen
Life isn't ALWAYS glamorous, and in fact, it rarely is.
My life consists of playing a game wondering if I am going to wake up and take on the day or if I am going to be in so much pain and bloating that I cannot stand up or button my pants.
Yet another pelvic exam, another blood test, urine sample, and a stability test to literally rule out whether or not I was having a stroke.
But yet again, another copay and no answers. Im so tired of "give it a week" or "have you tried Tylenol?"
I've spent 2/3 days laying on the couch unable to move. I ate an entire pint of ice cream feeling disgusting from the inside out.