Hello!
I’d like to tell you a funny story. The Tale of Two Pains.
Now you’ve heard of men getting “sympathetic” pregnancy pains, but this is ridiculous.
Towards the end of last week my husband was moaning and groaning about some pains he was having in his side. It got worse on the weekend. He started looking the symptoms up on the Internet and was convinced that he had kidney stones. This, according to diagrams of the pain area on Wikipedia.
I phoned my mom (who is a medical doctor) who told me that if it was kidney stones, we would be at the doctor already. Apparently they are really painful. I was just stuck on this kidney thing because he has diabetes and I’m always worried that someday this thing is going to come up, even though he is injecting with insulin every day.
The rest of the weekend he lies in bed in pain.
Saturday. Me: “Please can I make a doctor’s appointment?”
Him: “No.”
Sunday. More pain. Me:”Please can I make a doctor’s appointment?”
Him: “No.”
So off I go to work on Monday. I see a missed call on my phone about 9am. I call him. “Ok you can make the appointment now.”
Finally! The man sees sense!!!
So off we go to the doctor. It turns out the pain is muscular. He gets some pain killers, sleeping tablets, and an injection.
But then the weirdest thing happens.
I am sitting in the doctor’s waiting room. By the way I am surrounded by kids, which after my failed IUI news last week, is not exactly helping.
In any case, I start to feel a vague discomfort. I am turning around looking for Brett and it hurts. Ignore it. It will go away.
He appears all happy with his meds and we get into the car. We get home and I can hardly get out of the car. I have a pain in my side in more or less exactly the same place as him.
I get out and somehow make supper and later get into bed.
I can hardly sleep. I can’t get comfortable and I start having cramps in my side. Oh my gosh the pain.
So I start doing EFT in my head. I do healing codes. Still pain. I lift my leg up which helps a bit. But every time that cramp comes I am wrecked by pain.
In the end I get the dog to come back (she was banished to the kitchen in order that we have enough space to sleep properly) but I realise at this point it isn’t going to make much difference.
Coffee is ecstatic to see me. Once she is settled she makes a nice warm ball at my feet with a contented sigh. This warm love helps.
I then try another energy work. I focus on the pain collecting in one spot. I pour myself into that. And .. amazing.. it actually helps. The nearest I can describe it is as if you have indigestion and now the worst is over and you can feel it start to go down.
Well.. I decided the next day, after a painful exit from the bed, to go straight to a physio. And I’m glad I did. It isn’t completely gone yet, but is somehow “looser”, if that makes sense. He identified the main muscular problem and worked on the surrounding muscles too. Yes it hurt, but we are getting there. I might have to go back on Thursday.
Oh yes.. and what was my dearest Brett’s reaction to all of this? Well, thanks to those potent sleeping pills he pretty much slept through all my moans and groans. He also still thinks he is still too much of a man to go for physio, added to which his pain seems to be getting a bit better now. But he sure thinks it is hilarious that I am “sharing his pain.”
Oh well I can laugh about it too now that it is less painful…
OMGosh! I cannot believe this! Made me laugh! Hope you are feeling better!
Very funny! So odd that you’d both have the same thing in the same place! Too much bd’ing? 🙂