Onward Through the Flare

Pain level at 10:45am - 6 without meds
Bad flare
Bloody urine


It's snowing again.  I'm so damn tired of snow and winter.  I'm damn tired of lots of stuff right now.

My husband brought our newly groomed and oh-so-cute puppy onto our bed this morning to sweetly awaken me only to be greeted by an aggravated person that was in too much pain to care about how adorbs our puppy was, how loving my husband was... on the morning of our twenty-fourth wedding anniversary.  I'm guessing that by the sound of my pained moaning that that was the signal for them both to leave me.  I was awakened a while later to the sound of Duke angrily barking.  Duke never angrily barks - or rather rarely angrily barks - at anything.  Upon standing up, my pelvis felt like it was a hot water balloon; heavy and full of hot water. I went to the bathroom. I peed. Jagged daggers of pain shot through my bladder.  I cleaned up, stood and saw nothing but bright red in the toilet.

Lovely.

Something has made me flare.  I'm getting back onto my Atkins plan and have been doing well.  I gave myself a day off on Friday.  Then on Saturday.  I ate a really bad Wendy's grilled chicken ... I guess you'd call it a sandwich.  Stale bun. I suppose TPTB were trying to yell at me.  I ditched the bun and ate the chicken, a bit of floppy lettuce and the "sauce" that covered it.  Some sort of mayo.  It ticked my IC off.

Not exactly romantic.  But then again, Romance is difficult for me right now.  CORRECTION: Romance is sweet.  It's the intimacy that is lacking.  I'll save that for another time.

My back is still hurting so much.  I check in at Chesapeake Urology for my date with Dr. Duncan to have my left InterStim re-located tomorrow at 7am.  I hope it sits better this time because I MISS IT.  I've had to turn it off because of the pain and now I pee every 15 minutes or so and I've lost that loving feeling of control all over again.  Yesterday, I was wearing a pull-over hoodie and when I came home from taking our dog to the groomer, I pulled it over my head... and it made me pee.  Seriously.  I laughed to myself.  Again proof that my InterStim works.

Rob and I will be celebrating our anniversary by hitting a few stores then going out for a late low-carb (STEAK!) meal.  Glucose has to be controlled... I'm not trying to have this procedure cancelled like before when my glucose was over the 300 mark. As of this writing, it's at a nice 186

I will post later, before I go to bed.  I know sleep won't come.  It doesn't come now.  Why should it come tonight?

Enjoy the day!

Peace,

Mary