When I first started working back into my running routine a couple of weeks post D&C, I noticed one rather strange thing. Most of my muscles knotted and protested throughout the run, but there were two spots that felt cold and numb – one on each side of my upper rear end. At first I blamed the freezing weather and my running tights. Clearly the tights were losing their elasticity and gapping a bit where they met my shirt. I did the awkward grab-and-pull on the waistband. My spots continued to feel numb, even though they were now definitely covered.
Hmmm. Maybe they’d just gotten a little too cold.
Weird body happenings are the norm for me since all the infertility stuff happened and I had bigger issues to occupy my mind. Besides, it was the first run I’d had in ages. Probably just my body registering its displeasure at working out again for the first time in nearly three months. I headed on doing other things for the day and didn’t think about it again for awhile.
The next time it happened, I was curled up with Arthur on the couch, getting all comfortable and edging towards romantic. He was nicely letting his hand wander into that normally friendly (towards him, anyway) territory that’s just below the waist but not a butt-grab, more just above my hip really.
In a split second, I was perched on the other side of the couch staring balefully at a very confused husband. Romantic mood gone.
“What just happened?” Arthur asked finally after he’d recovered from the surprise. This was definitely the first time I’d ever exhibited this particular behavior in our long relationship.
“I don’t know what just happened, but it was like all of a sudden this electric shock and burning just exploded across that spot.”
I moved back across the couch to try to recapture the mood. Arthur looked at me questioningly. As flirtatiously as I could, I started to move his hand back to where it had been and received another uncomfortable jolt. This time, it wasn’t so unexpected, however, and I just relocated Arthur’s hand to a safe distance above my waist. We both realized what was going on, however, at the same time:
“The PIO shots!”
Ah, yes, the infamous progesterone-in-oil shots that I’d taken for almost four weeks. Despite making sure the oil was body temperature before injecting it, massaging the area, being extremely diligent with injection technique, and generally trying to prevent problems, after a couple of weeks my body had rebelled. I’d wound up with two areas in those upper outer quadrants of my rear end that had palpable knots, bruises, and one spot that had a bright red area forming just over the knot. I knew the red area wasn’t an infection, but was pretty sure it was a localized reaction from the PIO.
Now, several weeks after being off the PIO, apparently my body was still trying to figure out what the heck had hit it. A week or two after the couch episode, I noticed that when I got dressed sliding clothing over the spots now initially produced an uncomfortable burning sensation for a couple of minutes. Then it progressed to an almost constant, mildly annoying ache for several days.
“I think all of my nerves are coming back,” I announced to Arthur finally as the spots started to develop an actual approximation of normal sensation. “I can feel my butt again!”
“Do you have to have PIO for that frozen cycle we’re planning?”