I'm not looking for pity, empathy, or sympathy here (well, maybe just a little) . . . but I do have a point to make.
Before I had my hysterectomy in Feb. of '08, I was also battling tummy troubles. Trouble was, the doctors weren't sure which pains were from which problem . . . so we waited to see how much of it would clear up post-surgery.
Last summer, I started some meds for my tummy troubles . . . which I still, unfortunately, had. And, on the up side (the down side that I still am ON meds), things have been pretty free-n-easy. Until last night.
I was struck down by That Old Black Magic and couldn't crawl into bed until 3:00 AM when the . . . well, let's just say 'side effects' . . . were limited enough. Thanks to one of my many trusty heating pads (oh, yes, you CAN wear heating pads out!), I was able to fall asleep. But, this morning? Oh, yeah, still got it.
BUT, here's that point I was talking about. I am almost (?!) glad this happened again because IT REMINDS ME of how bad I used to feel on SUCH a regular basis and HOW GRATEFUL I AM that I don't have to suffer with this like I used to.
So, that's all. End of complaining. End of post.
Moral of the story: if you have excellent health, appreciate it! And, if you feel less than great at times, appreciate those things that you can do to make yourself feel better!