I’m in the middle of the 48-72 hours every month where I hate my life. Endometriosis causes a lot of problems in a lot of different ways for a lot of women. However, almost all of us have that same 48-72 hours of Hell. We may have other bad points at other times in the month (I am in a lot of pain when I ovulate) and most of us have just crappy days randomly throughout the month (Random bleeding! So fun and unexpected!) – but we ALL have that 48-72 hours where we want nothing more than a full hysterectomy. And possibly gender reassignment. Just to cover our bases.
(Whenever I talk about my endometriosis I always have to add: I also get ovarian cysts and uterine fibroids which can exhibit similar symptoms so in any given moment what I could be blaming on my endometriosis could also be caused by something else. In the big/general picture and for the purpose of this blog entry? It doesn’t matter. But I always feel like I should remind people of that.)
Basically…I’m in a lot of pain. I can keep in mildly at bay with steady doses of ibuprofen (I’ve tried stronger things like Loratabs but I have negative side effects with those) but I’m by no means happy. I can’t sleep well because after 3 hours the ibuprofen stops numbing the pain enough to sleep so I take Ibuprofen PM which lasts longer because it knocks me out. But I wake up groggy.
But – here’s the fun part! So…the ibuprofen helps me sleep for longer chunks of time, which means I have…um…accidents. Essentially I have to choose: More sleep because of less pain which means: hemorrhaging on my sheets OR Less sleep and more pain but no extra laundry the next day.
That’s a fun decision to make every month.
During the day I can’t be away from a bathroom for more than an hour and I always keep a change of clothes in my car just in case I’m not fast enough. And let me tell you – I can’t remember the last month where I didn’t have to change my clothes at least once. THIS IS A FUN WAY TO LIVE!
So…how does all of this relate to exercise? It basically means for 48-72 hours I’m useless. I can sometimes handle boot camp, although I didn’t go this morning. I can sometimes do a short run, although I didn’t go last night. Most of the time? I sit home or in my office whining and wallowing for the 2-3 days of hell because at least at home I have drugs, tampons, and plenty of clothes. Also? Fewer chance of embarrassing moments. You know, I went through all of my teen years without one “OOPS!” moment relating to my period (something you have nightmares about as a newly menstruating teenager) and they’ve happened so often as an adult that I’ve perfect the art of carrying my cross-body purse so that covers the right areas below my waist. JUST IN CASE.
Yeah. So I don’t exercise during that period. (GET IT? PERIOD? HA!) I usually don’t go more than 48 hours without doing something, but I cut back drastically and I hate every minute of it.
And this makes me MORE miserable because running is my therapy. Boot camp is my counseling. Going 48 hyper-emotional/hormonal hours without those two things? Makes Happy-Go-Cheerful-And-Optimistic Kim a total bitch.
Not to mention my entire family suffers. Donnie knows my look, the one that accompanies a phrase like, “Honey, we need to head home okay?” The look I give indicates the flood gates have been compromised, I need a rescue mission…STAT. This totally irritates him because – why should he have to leave his good time for my reproductive issues? But he accommodates too because…well…ew.
I know a lot of you first stumbled on this blog because I used to talk about my struggle to stay pregnant when trying to have kids. A lot of you have the same reproductive issues. So, I guess I wanted you to know, they never stop making your life hell even when you’re not actively trying to have kids! YAY FOR US! I will have an ablation down the road, when we’re ready to completely sign off on kids, but for right now? I just have to suck it up. And just pray that no big races ever fall during those 48 hours.