Felt like crap yesterday so I spent the day on the couch. It was my boyfriends Friday so he got some beers and brought me home some vodka coolers. I already was feeling like poo so I didn't drink any. Well don't I just wake up to feel like I did drink. Bloated, in pain and a tummy ache I go to go for a pee and the dog has torn up the toilet paper roll. In agony I kneel down to pick up all the shreds after I struggle to get Roman in the cage. Finally, I get to the bathroom and more than pee if you know what I mean. I get back to bed with my heating pad on and pass out for a couple more hours.
Awoken by stabbing pains in both ovaries, the feeling of contracting in the uterus I no longer have and a tummy ache I go to the bathroom to take a hot shower. The hot water feel good but standing is a struggle so I sit in the shower and let the hot water run over my pelvis for an unknown amount of time. After I feel I have wasted enough water I change in over to a bath and try to relax my body in the warm water until my body falls asleep. I get out and more than pee again ( wink wink) but when I flush the toilet nothing happens, try to flush again and water fills the bowl. Fuck. Get the plunger from under the sink. Plung plung plung. No movement. ugh. Ok take a break and come back to it. I sit down on the couch and wait for my meds to kick in to go back and tackle the situation. While I'm trying to chill out a bit the dog starts vomiting. Great, clean that up and go back in to the bathroom to check if it has drained at all (noting I pour Draino in also). No movement! Why!? I try again to use the plunger and nothing. By now my boyfriend woke up and I told him what happened. We make a plan to go to the Canadian Tire to get a better plunger. Come back and still the bowl is full. Use the new plunger for what seems like a year and finally the damn thing drains! Back aching and abdomen burning I relax for a little bit then go to write this blog post and after I press post it only posts the first sentences. So, yes, this is my second time writing this. Please no more today. I can't take it.
My name is Kristen McRobie, I was diagnosed with Stage 4 Endometriosis when I was 21.