When I broke my toe back in April, I was quite happy to stay in bed for the first few weeks because that’s what I always tried to do anyway. I was weak from my eating disorder, drained by constant seizures and only really climbed out of bed if I had to.
Due to a medical procedure yesterday I am stuck in bed again – and I’m not enjoying it at all. Okay, so the pain isn’t as bad as a broken toe, but I’m uncomfortable all the same. I am also going stir-crazy, even though I know I’d baulk at the idea of leaving the house if given the opportunity (yes, I am a contrary old curmudgeon. This has been mentioned over the years).
The reason for this spell in boring bed this time is this handy-dandy little device:
This is a Mirena coil. Many women use this as their “weapon of choice” when it comes to contraception. I’ve been using the Mirena for ten years now. Not for contraception, because I’m sterilised, but for other reasons.
In my case it’s used to control a severe hormonal imbalance, but it can also be used to treat heavy periods, PCOS and endometriosis. For women like me it is not a lifestyle choice, but a neccessity when it comes to living more-or-less normal, pain-free lives.
I am always sore and achey for a few days afterwards, but this five-yearly discomfort is better than the alternative. Besides, thanks to my little friend here you don’t need to worry that I’m going to tear your head off and use it as a basketball when you meet me.
Some of you might be wondering what on earth this has to do with epilepsy or autism. Almost nothing really, except that pain can cause a seizure and this procedure is painful! If you need to have a Mirena or any other contraceptive device fitted for whatever reason, always have your partner with you in case of seizure. My husband always comes in with me for my fitting as a precautionary measure, and most GPs will happily allow this practise if you explain your needs (I’m so well-known at my surgery that they’re suprised if D isn’t with me).
Spend the rest of the day tucked up in bed with painkillers to hand, and have your other half (if you have one) make your favourite comfort food for dinner – I snarfed down a big plate of chish and fips last night before falling into a pleasant, valium induced, sleep. If you don’t have a partner, spoil yourself and have your favourite takeaway bring you some treats.
Getting tiddled on your favourite beverage helps with the pain too.
Your partner needn’t worry, unless you start looking a bit strange and demand brains for dinner. In that case you have become a Zombie and will have to be shot in the head. Unless, of course, you eat animal brains on a semi-regular basis anyway; then your partner is probably safe.
I think I might wander off and play some Runescape. I’m sure I’m still a bit high from the Valium, and the repetitiveness of Runescape is soothing. Does anybody else here play?