Last night, for whatever reason, I had some pretty intense inflammation pain in my J pouch. It could have been the dollop of hot sauce I put on my food. It may have been the accompaniment to my migraine (which showed up today).
It was bad! I even had to use a numbing agent to help mask the pain enough for me to fall asleep.
My symptoms, though, did not seem to match the level of pain I was feeling.
All through the night there was no blood, no sign of any inflammation apart from the pain.
Then, this afternoon, I was in the washroom. My hubby heard me from the living room:
"Ah. There it is."
A little late to the party.
Pain is a very clear sign that something is amiss. There are times when the wires get crossed in the brain... resulting in the body sending pain signals when there may not be pain. This time, however, I knew that something was going on because of the pain. It just took a while for the other symptoms to show up.
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