I have been told, and have also read, that the road to recovery is a slow one with ups & downs - but I was starting to feel that I was immune to the downs as my recovery has been going so amazingly smoothly. Until yesterday. Yesterday I was aching, sore, tired, bloated, had lost my sense of humour, was grumpy and just felt generally miserable. I slept until late because I didn't want to get out of bed, and when I did get out of bed I didn't even bother getting dressed for the day.
For the past 2 and a half weeks I have been feeling really well - recovering smoothly and feeling better than I have in years. So I was rather alarmed and a tad depressed when, come Day 17, I was feeling like sh*t. I phoned my gyno to check a few things out with him, and was asured that all was normal and that I probably had over-done things thepast few days. Relieved, I sat and mindlessly played bingo on Facebook all afternoon because I needed a brainless distraction from being such a grump.
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