Despite yesterday's crazy, drugged-up, day at the hospital, I managed to rest for an hour before leaving to give my presentation in Elazar.
I am pleased to report that I felt great during my presentation, and the talk was excellent (if I do say so myself). I spoke for about an hour and then opened the floor for questions. Many women actively participated, asking pertinent and insightful questions. Even after the evening officially ended, women came up to ask additional questions and share some more personal thoughts.
I had prepared an outline for the evening's talk, to give to the organizers. I usually do not plan out what I am going to say in such detail. The outline really helped me to focus my presentation, and the messages I wished to convey.
Right after the presentation, on my way out, I experienced a sudden, new, intense pain, in my upper abdomen, on my right side. It hurt me to breathe. I could barely stand up straight.
It felt like a gas bubble was caught underneath my ribcage and I did not know how to relieve the pressure. The pharmacist had warned me that the pain medications could cause constipation, which I understood to be at the root of this new pain.
As soon as I got home, I collapsed into bed. Lying flat on my back was the least uncomfortable position. Turning onto my side caused excruciating pain. Two hours after I first fell asleep, I woke up from the pain. I could not fall back asleep, the pain was unbearable.
I wrote an email to my doctor then spent an hour in the bathroom. I managed to relieve at least some of the pressure, but it was not fun to be up in the middle of the night, feeling so much discomfort.
I felt pretty miserable. It took another hour or so to fall into a fitful sleep. I did not sleep well. The pain kept waking me up. Each time, I had to concentrate on breathing slowly and shalowly, so I could relax my body enough to fall asleep.
When morning finally came around, I still hurt.
I went to the doctor, who examined my abdomen and agreed with my evaluation. He prescribed a laxative and gave me a shot for the pain.
By the time I finished at the doctor's office, the pharmacy had already received my order for the new pain patches. My mom picked up the new patches, which are 50 mg of Fenta (instead of 12), and I put one on right away.
The new patch seems to be working. I took one Percocet when I woke up this morning, but, besides that shot in the doctor's office, I have not needed any further supplements to the pain patch.
I still feel abdominal pain on my right side, but it is significantly less than this morning's pain. I am cautiously optimistic that I will feel better tomorrow.
Tomorrow is my mother's last day of this visit. It would be nice if we could do something fun....
Please daven (or send happy, healing thoughts) for RivkA bat Teirtzel.
With love and optimism,
"Adon Olam," Book Based on Prayer
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