The definition of Flare Up is… “Erupt or intensify suddenly; ignite quickly and suddenly
especially after having died down.” Sounds perfectly accurate to me…
Tuesday morning I woke up with what I described to my
husband through text as, “straight up, old school IC pain”. In my vernacular
that means deep, stabbing, throbbing pain in my bladder that travels all the
way down and out my urethra wrecking havoc along the way. The day was
torturous… full of staggering pain, nausea, vomiting, moments of being high as
a kite, moments of wishing I was, in and out of the shower, drug induced naps,
stubborn wakefulness and a sinking depression. It was all too much… I was in a
horrible mood. You don’t have to trust me, ask my husband… he’ll tell you. I’m
pretty sure I yelled at him for spilling sour cream and for repeating what I
said to my mom when she apparently couldn’t hear me. I guess I did kind of have
an excuse but turning on my slaves… I mean eh my support system… is not the
right route.
Yesterday was even worse than the day before… my pain hit a
10 on a scale of 1-10 multiple times and left me speechless (shocking, I know)
and desperate. Finally I gave in and had my Mom and Titus take me to the
emergency room.
There I laid in the vinyl hospital bed, covered with stiff
sheets and a less than proclaimed warm blanket, tied into two fetching gowns
(one on backwards to use as a “robe”), with my feet covered in scratchy,
non-skid socks. My Mom and my achingly tired baby sat in the visitors chair
trying to make the situation seem less bleak in any way possible. But not even
Titus’ nose wrinkle or deliriously tired giggle could distract me from the
pain.
The Doctor determined it was an “exasperation of
interstitial cystitis”, gave me dilaudid to bring the pain to a more manageable
level, ant nausea meds, and sent me on my way with tips to follow up with my
doctors. Overall, I was pleased with the nurses and doctors attitude, I was
worried they would wonder if I was trying to sneak a drug fix or that I was
some kind of sissy but they treated my pain and me with respect, even after I
lost control of my bladder for the nurse to clean up…
This is just one flare out of thousands… my IC is a constant
numbers game, using the 1-10 pain scale. If it’s less than a 4 that’s a great
day! 4-6 is not great, I would definitely prefer to be at home in the safety of
the shower if I could, but if we had plans I would keep them and try to ignore
the pain. If the pain is a 6-8 that’s a bad day, I would cancel any plans, take
pain medicine, and spend the day in and out of the shower. When stuff gets
serious and my pain is over an 8, that’s bad news bears. Usually throughout the
average day I’ll have moments of level 10 but during my flares the pain stays
between an 8 and10 all day.
So here I sit… in my shower, pumping before I start my pain
medicine regimen for the day, typing this in the very midst of a bad flare, and
drinking a shockingly nasty glass of baking soda water to reduce the acidity in
my bladder. I am frustrated on so many levels… I hate the pain, I hate the
dependence of others, I hate that yesterday Titus had two formula bottles
because my milk was poisoned with narcotics, I hate that this weekend is
memorial weekend and it looks like all my plans will be canceled, I hate that
my flare causes every one more work and less fun and I kind of hate this blog
post. It’s not me… my words are drenched in pain and drugs, they are missing my
corny jokes and almost too visual analogies.
So… to end on a lighter note… a joke brought to you by The
Ellen Degeneres Show… What did the grape say when it got sat on? Nothing, it
just let out a little wine! Ha! Totally makes up for all the whining, right?
Oh LORD!!Hear our cries! Please take the pain away and this horrible disease. If it is your will Father we want our baby to be free from this sufferring. In the mean time please help us to understand and respond in a positive way. Give us the knowledge to help her when and where we can. Let her feel your love and ours amen
ReplyDeleteYou know there is a pill out there called Prelief. It's basically just baking soda in a pill form. I take it frequently, we know order it online in a 300 tablet bottle, and it helps with the acidity quite a lot. That and mints for the nausea, the all day nausea. :P
ReplyDeleteHey Fennell! Thanks for reading!! I have tried that before and didn't notice much of a difference, I appreciate the tip though! Us IC girls have to stick together!
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