Anyway, I left mass and headed to work. Ibuprofen was on the menu. I know, I know, but if I don't work, I don't get paid. I have kids. Well, I took a lot of ibuprofen this morning. More than is recommended, though not the amount they might give you in the hospital. Anyway, eventually the pain started to go away. Oddly (though I'm just trying to go with it because I'll cry if it changes) breathing doesn't hurt. My back doesn't hurt. My shoulder and hand don't hurt. Ache, yes. I get that. I worked today. I took that ibuprofen at 9:30 this morning. It's 12:30 am right now. Should be out if my system. If the pain stays away I'll be beyond excited.
So let me ask you, was it prayer? Maybe the ibuprofen triggered something? Luck? Did my pain run it's course? Do I care at this point? The answer to that last one is no. I will thank God because I am a believer. No matter what the reasoning, it was in His plan. I just hope that it's gone for good.
Tomorrow (today, really. It is after midnight) I go see my blood guy. Not sure what may or may not be going on with my iron, but I'll know tomorrow. I've been getting iron i fusions for over a year. You'd think they'd try to figure out why my stores of iron keep tanking. Nope. They keep insisting that I'm bleeding from somewhere (I'm not. I've been scoped from one end to the other). Thank goodness for the infusions. Wish they actually made me feel better.
I'm still very down about life right now. I'm exhausted. I've been in constant pain. Nobody listens to me when I say something is wrong. I'm just beyond worn out. Maybe tomorrow will be better.
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