Bull-fucking-shit! Gawd-awful intestinal cramps (one specific location on the left side — double-up and whimper type gripping pain every 10-15 minutes) and now this morning I get treated to dry heaves.
It’s nearly 6:30 a.m., and I’ve still not really slept since last evening. I’ve been taking Metamucil capsules 2x a day (3 with breakfast, 3 with dinner), and drinking lots and lots of water, just like the doctor said, but still my digestive tract is not moving itself along as smoothly as it used to. I used to be regular — dependably regular. So I decided last night to try one of the most recommended laxatives (Dulcolax). Supposed to “produce a bowel movement within 6 to 12 hours”. Okay, it’s been six already. I’ll wait to see what transpires today.
BigBoy was inside last night. I aimed myself toward the bed around 10:30, gave a whistle, and he came to the bed after I’d adjusted myself into my blankets and pillows. He shuffled around a bit, I moaned and rolled back and forth a bit, and made far too many trips to the bathroom to pee. At one point while I was hurting, he made a reconnaissance trip around the bed, padding around all my pillows and around my head, circling my body before returning to where he started from. Trying to be a purr-amedic? It didn’t help but I appreciated the gesture, I suppose.
I don’t know what today will bring, but I have no plans to get out of my flannel lounge pants (okay, like pajama pants), sweatshirt, and bathrobe. It is currently about 40ºF, and will dip into the mid-30s after a while.
Fasting finger-stick just now – 137.
Just put the boys’ breakfast out. It’s damn cold out there. I am not amused.
edited to add: so, I got some relief, finally. But that one place on the left side continues to grip and cramp and hurt so very much. I don’t understand that. I hope it isn’t a sign of a more serious problem in my colon. That would be very bad, indeed.