No Pain, No Gain

Remember the scene in Mommie Dearest where Joan Crawford is meeting with the Pepsico board of directors after her husband died? They were blowing her off, sending her out the door. She had other plans.

Remember when she said, "Don't F*ck with me, Boys?" It made the hair on my neck stand up. Their feathers were ruffled, and they saw the light: Don't mess with Joan.

Well, fibroid, I have news for you: Don't mess with me. In true Joan style, I told my fibroid, "Don't f*ck with me."

Then I took 800 mg of Ibuprofin, waited a half hour, and damn it all, I worked out.

Did it hurt? Yes.

Did I lose a lot of energy, a lot of momentum with my pain-induced break? YES.

Am I going to get it back? HELL yes.

I've got my fight on.

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I learned today that I do have a cyst which is pushing things around, but more importantly, the fibroid is rubbing and causing the pain. My right ovary is resting on my uterus instead of floating out there where it is supposed to be. I have a consultation with a gynecologist, and I am 99% sure I'll be having a hysterectomy.

A New Normal

This pain business will be my new normal. It won't be going away unless overnight I go into menopause. The fibroid is pushing, it's too big and in the way. So I will learn to deal with this new normal. I don't like it, but I can deal.

I'm not giving up my exercise. I have missed it tremendously. The workout I did today kicked my butt. I finished half the tape-but by golly, I did it. I was given the green light to work out, it's not going to hurt anything. The only hurt involved is the pain it causes me.

The mental hurt of not working out was worse than the physical hurt I've been enduring. So I'll take my Motrin, wait for it to kick in, then go to town.

No pain, no gain. And I want gain: all the wonderful things that my body receives from working out. Plus, if I'm heading for another surgery, I want to be as strong and healthy as I can be beforehand so the recovery will be better.

I'm not letting this stop me.