After less than an hour at a 10 on the pain scale (which felt like days), I took a nap. I woke up with about an 8 from things that hadn’t hurt before. After two hours of pain killers and heating pads, it’s down to a 3 or so. Except for every 15 minutes when my stomach thinks it’s going to upchuck and I make a run to the bathroom.

I am so relieved to be better, though.

And I’m grateful to my husband who came and held me while I screamed and cried and there was nothing he could do about the pain.