This isn't supposed to happen

Ok folks, just because we decided to celebrate our 7 and 1/2 year wedding anniversary and Isis upcoming departure from our home after a very successful and enriching healing month of treatment by going to our favorite fancy restaurant and eating cooked food and other delectable but not necessarily the best for a clean body food,I should not have to be suffering from some of the worst pain (physical) that I have experienced since my last surgery several years ago. The tell tale signs of not rightness started to show up last night at the start of the meal. Low draggy pain in my pelvis, kinda like an oncoming period or a miscarriage, both of which are near on to impossible scenarios for a woman of my tender age,station and life circumstances. It was just barely noticeable and was intermittent last night. The night of sleep was frequently interrupted by bouts of discomfort from my low belly and frequent trip to the toilet to relieve the unrelievable. A narcotic pain reliever at 3 in the morning helped bring the pain down to a dull roar enough for me to get a small amount of drug induced uninterrupted sleep. I am now in the alarmed state of that internal wisdom that something is grotesquely wrong with my insides, my deep insides. Most movement this morning brings grunts of surprise and pain and an imagination of worst case scenarios in my near future. We were scheduled for colonics this morning, the mere idea sent me into paroxysms of shivers thinking about how much that would hurt in my present state. I have a tendency to want to hold out and see what happens with most aches and pains, but this one has my complete attention and that of my family also. I called my GYN, he can't see me until Friday, Oh wait a minute, he had a cancellation for tomorrow morning! Not acceptable for the amount of pain or the severity but I took the appointment anyway. I then called my old nurse practitioner, she had an appointment for late this afternoon so I took that one too. If she can't figure it out then I will still have the opportunity to see the specialist. So I have taken a hot bath, been to the bathroom with no astounding results to report and finally bitten the bullet and taken one pain pill, thank goodness for a doctor who gives limited prescriptions for "just in case" Just in case you have intractable pain, or diarrhea or really sore hemorrhoids or food poisoning or insomnia that won't knuckle under to the usual remedies. I am still totally aware of my pelvis and its organs (a disconcerting awareness) but I am beginning to feel a little syrupy and like I can move without gasping.
So as I stated above, this is not supposed to happen right now- yes I know the adage of the Universes perfect timing and all but it feels damn inconvenient. So as I tick off the possibilities from the ridiculous to the sublime for what is going on with my belly, I have run through ovarian cancer, uterine cancer, pelvic inflammatory disease, a missed abortion (medical term for a pregnancy that dies and hangs around for weeks, months or years and finally the body rids itself of the offending package) Proctitis from too many coffee enemas, or a tearing loose of a graft placed years ago that hold my uterus up. It could just be a fluke and some weird little passing bug that has settled in my deep belly for a day or two, but believe you me, I am ready for the worse. Of course I hadn't considered clandestine surgical procedures performed on me by aliens from outer space but as it just floated through my mind with a cramp from my belly, I will add that to the list. Can you tell that the pain medicine is starting to kick in a little more.
So as I count down the days (2) that I have left with Isis here, I am saddened that I am in a debilitated state and unable to totally enjoy her presence, but thankful that she is marinating portabello mushrooms right now for dinner tonight. I must sign off right now as the medicine has hit my brain but not my tummy fully. I promise to let you know what the hell is wrong if I live through it.