I just want to say . . . how I miss the days when I could just sneeze without preparation. These days, when I feel a sneeze coming on, I curl up in a ball as much as I can and hold my belly (in hopes that it helps my lovely ovaries feel like they are NOT being ripped out —like the ripping sensation of getting waxed!) . . . and then, literally, think "Oh, please don't hurt!!", as I cringe and wait for the explosion.
Tonight, I screamed so loudly, from the pain, I woke my sweet, sleeping, hubby up. :( When he asked "what's the matter?!" I was still frozen in fetal position and barely starting to have the flash of white fade away . . .(my eyes literally saw bright white and then solid darkness as the pain surged through from my left ovary all the way down to my toes)... the only response I could mumble out was, "stupid endo pain . . .". I sat in silence (until he went right back to snoring —haha) and thought, "you know...I just want to sneeze without all this pain!! A simple little sneeze. How it's taken for granted..."
So, here I am, taking this moment to vent. No, I will NOT let endo control my life . . . however, I will say how I TRULY, TRULY, WITH ALL THAT I AM, HATE what it seems to have taken away from me (aside from the obvious). A sneeze, a cough, a simple stretch, or even the slightest switch in sitting and laying positions . . . blowing my nose, for goodness sake!! —that's supposed to be the easiest part of life, isn't it?!
Lupron, oh how I miss thee . . .