I hopped on the pain train last Friday morning around 10am, just hours before we were set to leave for our 5hr road trip to see Josh play over the weekend. After popping pain pills, and curling up on my bed in the fetal position while Kellen got things ready that I listed off for him, the pain seemed to start tapering down. This was normal, as the pain just comes and goes as it pleases, but it never hangs around that long and the pain medication I'm on typically helps.
I was fine sitting in the car for 5 hours, but once we arrived at the Renaissance in Cleveland, I stepped out of the car and felt shooting pain in my left side. The nurse had mentioned last week that my left side looked worse/bigger, but at that time I wasn't feeling anything special on either side, it was pretty much equally distributed. I managed this pain throughout the entire weekend on 6 pain pills and extra strength tylenol. I only made the .8 mile walk to the stadium one time as we had to Uber the rest of the intended walks because I just couldn't do it. Sitting was mostly pain free, but trying to get up and move might be okay for a block or so until the pain would start to sit in again. All in all, I managed and we had a fun weekend with family and friends! We saw Josh play Friday night and had lunch with him and everyone else on Saturday before the next game. Sunday, we made our way back home with a few stops along the way -- one being some barbeque for lunch! I was exhausted Sunday night and managed to sleep fairly well (still elevated) until about 4am.
My alarm was set to go off at 5am this morning, which it did but I was already awake trying to comprehend what was going on - what I was feeling - and what I needed to do about it. The pain train was not ending... I was set to coach the 5:30am class at the gym, and it's not calling off and losing the hours that concerns me, it's letting down our members who have already planned and prepped for their Monday morning workout. I love seeing this crew in the morning partially because they are inspiring in their commitment to getting in to gym while the rest of the world sleeps and living a healthy and strong life. I couldn't move so Kellen told me to try laying down and he'd get my last pain pill for me. The medicine always kicks in after about 30 minutes, but it took me over an hour to calm down and find a reasonably comfortable position to rest in. I finally fell back asleep around 7am, waking up around 9:30 with Khloe.
I called Dr. Jarrett's office at 9:44am this morning. After my pain medication had worn off, I was lying, sitting, maneuvering around trying to manage this pain and discomfort until I heard back. I couldn't take it much more so around noon Kellen made his way home to help with Khloe and be available to drive me to the clinic or to the ER, whichever came first. He finally called again around 3pm and got a quick phone call back from the nurse. She had spoken to Dr. Jarrett (who is currently on vacation) about me and the basics of the conversation were that this all has to be managed with pain medication, rest and fluids unless it becomes severe and I need to be hospitalized. My symptoms sometimes get close to what would be considered severe OHSS, but never so bad that I can't get through it somehow.
So now, it's nearly 4:30pm and Kellen and Khloe are out picking up more medication for me and some G2. I hope today's worthless/restful day will help me to be better tomorrow. I have things to do tomorrow.....like coach 2 classes and get my hair did at 2pm. I'm trying not to over do it, but to manage it all and rest as they tell me I should. Being lazy and worthless is so depressing to me, so when I feel okay, I want to do normal things. We just keep praying that this pregnancy is sustained, the baby grows healthily, and I get through all this OHSS bull. Doc says it may come and go for several more weeks.
I was fine sitting in the car for 5 hours, but once we arrived at the Renaissance in Cleveland, I stepped out of the car and felt shooting pain in my left side. The nurse had mentioned last week that my left side looked worse/bigger, but at that time I wasn't feeling anything special on either side, it was pretty much equally distributed. I managed this pain throughout the entire weekend on 6 pain pills and extra strength tylenol. I only made the .8 mile walk to the stadium one time as we had to Uber the rest of the intended walks because I just couldn't do it. Sitting was mostly pain free, but trying to get up and move might be okay for a block or so until the pain would start to sit in again. All in all, I managed and we had a fun weekend with family and friends! We saw Josh play Friday night and had lunch with him and everyone else on Saturday before the next game. Sunday, we made our way back home with a few stops along the way -- one being some barbeque for lunch! I was exhausted Sunday night and managed to sleep fairly well (still elevated) until about 4am.
My alarm was set to go off at 5am this morning, which it did but I was already awake trying to comprehend what was going on - what I was feeling - and what I needed to do about it. The pain train was not ending... I was set to coach the 5:30am class at the gym, and it's not calling off and losing the hours that concerns me, it's letting down our members who have already planned and prepped for their Monday morning workout. I love seeing this crew in the morning partially because they are inspiring in their commitment to getting in to gym while the rest of the world sleeps and living a healthy and strong life. I couldn't move so Kellen told me to try laying down and he'd get my last pain pill for me. The medicine always kicks in after about 30 minutes, but it took me over an hour to calm down and find a reasonably comfortable position to rest in. I finally fell back asleep around 7am, waking up around 9:30 with Khloe.
I called Dr. Jarrett's office at 9:44am this morning. After my pain medication had worn off, I was lying, sitting, maneuvering around trying to manage this pain and discomfort until I heard back. I couldn't take it much more so around noon Kellen made his way home to help with Khloe and be available to drive me to the clinic or to the ER, whichever came first. He finally called again around 3pm and got a quick phone call back from the nurse. She had spoken to Dr. Jarrett (who is currently on vacation) about me and the basics of the conversation were that this all has to be managed with pain medication, rest and fluids unless it becomes severe and I need to be hospitalized. My symptoms sometimes get close to what would be considered severe OHSS, but never so bad that I can't get through it somehow.
So now, it's nearly 4:30pm and Kellen and Khloe are out picking up more medication for me and some G2. I hope today's worthless/restful day will help me to be better tomorrow. I have things to do tomorrow.....like coach 2 classes and get my hair did at 2pm. I'm trying not to over do it, but to manage it all and rest as they tell me I should. Being lazy and worthless is so depressing to me, so when I feel okay, I want to do normal things. We just keep praying that this pregnancy is sustained, the baby grows healthily, and I get through all this OHSS bull. Doc says it may come and go for several more weeks.
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