So, I don't know if I picked up something in the hospital, if the antibiotics did something to me, or what, but I woke up Monday night with horrible, horrible gas pain, but it just stayed. There was nothing I could do to get rid of it. Finally, I woke up Linnell and asked him to go get me some Gas-X. He kindly did, and I took it. The gas got better, but it turned into really bad diarrhea. All night. I slept for about 2 hours, total. That kept up until mid-morning. It let up a bit after that, but I had to go to the bathroom for every little bit of gas for the rest of the day.
You know how you just feel sore and tired after a bout of intestinal stuff? Yeah, that has been the next couple of days. I kept myself on the BRAT diet for a while, because every time I deviated, it was unpleasant. I'm so glad Linnell was home with me for a couple of days.
I had very little cramping or bleeding, and was feeling OK. Then, Friday, it started. The cramping wasn't horrible, nor was the bleeding. But, it was there, when it hadn't been previously. I had instructions to go to the ER if I was soaking more than 1 pad an hour, if I had clots bigger than a quarter, if I had a fever, or if the cramps were unbearable and not relieved with pain meds. I had none of those, so I just took it easy.
Saturday and Sunday, it got worse. The cramping was bad enough that I took some motrin (that doesn't mean much, but I only take pain killers when I really have to. Especially motrin, as it hurts my stomach). The bleeding still wasn't a pad an hour, and while there were a lot of clots, none of them were bigger than a quarter. Still no fever. So, I slept a lot. Sunday, I went to nap at about 11:30 am and didn't wake up until almost 5pm.
After the nap, I felt much better. The cramping and bleeding were almost gone again. I could walk upright, and I no longer had to stay curled in a ball to ease the pain. Yay!
Linnell was still quite concerned, but I convinced him to go to work Monday. I promised I would call the OB. I did, and told them what had happened. They said that, since the D&C is a blind procedure, the OB probably hadn't gotten everything out, and my body was just getting rid of the rest of it. Since I was feeling better, don't worry, but call if it started again in earnest. No problem!
You know how you just feel sore and tired after a bout of intestinal stuff? Yeah, that has been the next couple of days. I kept myself on the BRAT diet for a while, because every time I deviated, it was unpleasant. I'm so glad Linnell was home with me for a couple of days.
I had very little cramping or bleeding, and was feeling OK. Then, Friday, it started. The cramping wasn't horrible, nor was the bleeding. But, it was there, when it hadn't been previously. I had instructions to go to the ER if I was soaking more than 1 pad an hour, if I had clots bigger than a quarter, if I had a fever, or if the cramps were unbearable and not relieved with pain meds. I had none of those, so I just took it easy.
Saturday and Sunday, it got worse. The cramping was bad enough that I took some motrin (that doesn't mean much, but I only take pain killers when I really have to. Especially motrin, as it hurts my stomach). The bleeding still wasn't a pad an hour, and while there were a lot of clots, none of them were bigger than a quarter. Still no fever. So, I slept a lot. Sunday, I went to nap at about 11:30 am and didn't wake up until almost 5pm.
After the nap, I felt much better. The cramping and bleeding were almost gone again. I could walk upright, and I no longer had to stay curled in a ball to ease the pain. Yay!
Linnell was still quite concerned, but I convinced him to go to work Monday. I promised I would call the OB. I did, and told them what had happened. They said that, since the D&C is a blind procedure, the OB probably hadn't gotten everything out, and my body was just getting rid of the rest of it. Since I was feeling better, don't worry, but call if it started again in earnest. No problem!
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