Wednesday, April 20, 2011
On Sunday, I finally got to bed at 1am. I was then woke up at 530am on Monday morning. By 2pm on Monday, I was feeling the changes in my belly. I could tell that the lack of sleep was having an ill effect on me. I could feel ripples of subtle pain as they moved through my mid-section. It is amazing how nuanced and idiosyncratic pain feels to me now. In the beginning, it all just felt like pain. Now, the type of pain tells me what I have to do to move forward and to keep from getting sucked in to that whirlpool leading to a full-blown flair-up.
I drank lots of water, stayed away from edible contraband, and got through the day. I think I finally passed out at some point between 10pm and 11pm on Monday. I woke-up 12 hours later feeling a hell of a lot better. Even feeling better, I was not back in full form. I am always amazed at the quick descent into, and the very slow climb out, of this whirlpool.