Oy... Would You Like to Read an Overshare?

I'm often surprised since realizing how sick I've been/am to also realize how lucky I've been to feel as healthy as I have. Don't think I'm not thankful for it.

I've been reminded how thankful I should be over the last few days. We'll start with Thursday morning sometime around 4 a.m. That's when I realized I was awake. And I realized I had a migraine. A really bad migraine. I haven't had one of those in a while (thankful note: before going Paleo, they were happening about once a week. By the time I recovered from one migraine, I'd get another). I took my medicine after breakfast (thankful note: I know there are tons of migraine sufferers that would throw up at the thought of food. While it was a SMALL breakfast, I'm glad I could eat!) and went to work anyway.

That may not have been the best idea. Here's part one of oversharing. My medicine sometimes makes me sick. And this time it did. I threw up a little in my mouth shortly before lunch time. :( Yuckie. I went home after that. By then, my medicine had taken the edge off the pain, but I was still hurting. I drank some bone broth and ate some bacon when I got home because in this situation, if I don't eat, I will get even more sick. Side note: I have a feeling I'll have to be the forever snacking lady should I ever be pregnant. Anyway, I then laid down on the couch with my trusty heating pad on my neck and back and tried to nap. I was very unsuccessful. So I watched the first 3 Harry Potter movies and went to bed.

Part two of oversharing. There's only 2 parts, don't worry, but this is the super overshary part. I woke up the next day. Migraine gone, but migraine hangover in full effect (sore muscles, glassy eyes, very tired, minor headache. Kinda feels like having been beaten up by a ninja with a wooden club a few days prior.) Here it comes. I went to the bathroom. "Oh my god, that's not normal. I'm going to die." I had this thought. I won't go into it, but when I asked The Google what was happening, it said I wasn't going to die but I should go to the doctor because I probably had a UTI or bladder infection. I have never ever had either of these things. Chalk that into the thankful column as well please.

So I left a message at my doctor's office and went about my day. They were able to get me in at the end of the day. Through the day, my symptoms were less and less and I actually thought maybe I should cancel my appointment. But I decided that I would go, get a Rx for some antibiotics, try the home remedies The Google found for me, and if those didn't work, then I'd take the poison.

I've worked so hard to get my SIBO/gut dysbiosis under control (and I'm still not there yet) that the idea of taking antibiotics is really non thrilling to me and I'm trying my best to avoid it.

I get to the doctor's office, and give them a sample. I'm talking to the PA and telling her my symptoms. She's looking at me kinda like I'm growing a second head and I'm thinking to myself "oh come on lady, I know I'm not the first woman you've seen with this problem." Then she tells me my sample is negative. No bad guys in there at all. Hence the 2nd head growth stare. I have some mild symptoms of UTI/Bladder infection, but no infection. She decides however that because of the symptoms, and because I came in the same day they started, that it could just be too early for the test to detect anything and my planed course of action is most wise. Of course it is! This is me after all ;)

That means today I have to leave the house and interact with weekend shoppers to purchase home remedy stuff. That's a bummer because most weekend shoppers are: 1-decidedly not on a mission and 2-entirely unaware of their surroundings. I don't like weekend shoppers because I am always on a mission when shopping, and I'd really like for people to not be in my way. Missions should be accomplished as quickly and efficiently as possible, and people standing in the middle of the isle with their carts sideways staring at (but not seeing) the items on the shelf in front of them do not help accomplish missions.

The things I'll do for my health... My body better thank me, because my brain will not forgive me for a few days.