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| dark night of the soul #130515 |
In the morning, I was able to do my exercises and make and eat breakfast even after pooping 3 X --which may not seem like that much of a miracle--but for me, it was very hope inducing. Then, I pooped a fourth time and fell into agony. All hope was lost. The rest of the day I spent in pain. Since I'm only allowed 6 ibuprofens per day, I ran out.
Last night, we went to the Opera, Aida. IT WAS TORTURE for me, and I (mostly) wished I hadn't gone. The opera was pretty good--but I had a lot of trouble enjoying it, and it was complicated by the fact that I hadn't slept the night before--I was so tired. The costumes, pageantry and music were terrific. If only I wasn't in so much pain and discomfort. I felt like I was disturbing everyone jumping up and running around, but I couldn't sit still.
The pain was bad driving, and sitting in the seats was just terrible. I had to keep getting up and walking around. When I got home, I couldn't sleep because of the pain. I sat on a heating pad with a wet washcloth under my butt and worked on an art piece. Went to bed at 12:45.
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