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Egads. Glad I figured this out, but it was not fun.
Tuesday I wasn't feeling so hot because I overdid the weekend a little bit. I'd just really improved a good deal in the past three weeks and pushed myself a little too far. Still, I was able to look back, say, "Hm, better slow down there, sister," and by that evening I felt pretty decent.
Yesterday, I woke up feeling fine for about an hour and a half before I started feeling not-so-fine. I was racking my brain trying to figure out what it was that did me in. I got home from work and immediately stripped down and just put on some sweatpants. By the time I went to bed, I felt a lot better.
The scenario repeated all over again today, until I was almost in tears at 1pm and completely unable to concentrate on work. No matter what I did, sit, stand, stretch, whatever, nothing alleviated me. Luckily, I live nearby, so I drove home to get away and relax, if even for a few minutes. I went in and just whipped my pants off and walked around, I kid you not, naked from the waist down. I caught a glimpse in the mirror - yeah, there I was in a t-shirt, flannel, hoodie, knee high socks and no skivs. But it felt so good! It was the first thing resembling relief I'd had all day. When it came time for me to come back, I was dreading my pants.
Finally I though, hey, look, there's a seam in the middle of these underwear. It's perfectly situated to rub against some sensitive areas. Duh. I switched to another pair that didn't grind me so much and things have been slowly improving since then. I can work now.
I've never been a g-string kind of gal, but I'm not about to dig some granny panties, and now, I've got to go buy a bunch of new drawers. How often does this happen to you all? I just don't think I can bow down to high-leg briefs.
Tuesday I wasn't feeling so hot because I overdid the weekend a little bit. I'd just really improved a good deal in the past three weeks and pushed myself a little too far. Still, I was able to look back, say, "Hm, better slow down there, sister," and by that evening I felt pretty decent.
Yesterday, I woke up feeling fine for about an hour and a half before I started feeling not-so-fine. I was racking my brain trying to figure out what it was that did me in. I got home from work and immediately stripped down and just put on some sweatpants. By the time I went to bed, I felt a lot better.
The scenario repeated all over again today, until I was almost in tears at 1pm and completely unable to concentrate on work. No matter what I did, sit, stand, stretch, whatever, nothing alleviated me. Luckily, I live nearby, so I drove home to get away and relax, if even for a few minutes. I went in and just whipped my pants off and walked around, I kid you not, naked from the waist down. I caught a glimpse in the mirror - yeah, there I was in a t-shirt, flannel, hoodie, knee high socks and no skivs. But it felt so good! It was the first thing resembling relief I'd had all day. When it came time for me to come back, I was dreading my pants.
Finally I though, hey, look, there's a seam in the middle of these underwear. It's perfectly situated to rub against some sensitive areas. Duh. I switched to another pair that didn't grind me so much and things have been slowly improving since then. I can work now.
I've never been a g-string kind of gal, but I'm not about to dig some granny panties, and now, I've got to go buy a bunch of new drawers. How often does this happen to you all? I just don't think I can bow down to high-leg briefs.
Janelle
Never wore the bikini ones and the thigh highs just annoyed me. JCPenny made some that didn't look like grannies but they changed how they made them. the old ones didn't push on my stomach where the new ones do so I couldn't wear them. I think going to bed with just a night gown on is really helpful in pain wise all the way around. Nothing to bind, push or rub.
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