Last night at 2am I was jolted awake from a deep sleep by a searing pain. Like fire shooting down my right side. It was so intense and immediate, I jumped out of bed - which seemed to make it worse.
My assumption of course was digestive. As a celiac that is always the first thought. "What did I eat?"
But my immediate list of reliefs... bathroom, drinking water, ginger chews did nothing to relieve the ricocheting pain.
Panic started to take hold as I tried to think which organs were involved? Or was it my intestines? Was it all those cherries we picked and ate yesterday. Did my appendix burst? Was it a kidney stone and the pain was radiating? Was it time to wake my husband and call an ambulance?
Meanwhile I had just gotten a clean bill of health - and a "you are doing great" from my Doctor. Now my insides were on fire!
I continued to drink water and tried to find a comfortable position as I contemplated the worst. As I turned slightly to the right the pain was momentarily soothed, calmed. That gave me a moment of clarity. A moment was all I needed.
That is when I remembered the post-dinner plank pose family competition. Ah ha. The plank pose. A brilliant core building exercise but not one to be under estimated, or to over-do.
And there it was, the pain was shooting from under my ribs to my groin and could not be pin-pointed to an organ because it was muscular.
If I stayed in the right position the pain continued to be soothed and relieved.
So I got back into bed, gingerly, and found a position where it was not being aggravated. And as I drifted off to sleep I was reminded that though so many issues are triggered or caused by celiac...
It is not responsible for everything that goes wrong.
And this morning, gratefully, I am fine.