Alright, so let us catch up! Last we left off the day of my surgery. As you may remember I was afraid of the pain after the surgery and the of how long it would take for me to recover. Both of those worries thankfully turned out to be a non-issue. I got some pain meds, but I really used them very sporadically for the first week, since they didn't really work and I wasn't in much pain I stopped taking them. My recovery was only 3 weeks! That is amazing compared to the 6 to 7 weeks that everywhere else and everyone else was telling me to expect. And honestly I really could have probably gone back the second week. My doctor was just amazing.
A month and a half or so later I was back in the hospital. This time though I was in the hospital for several days. I woke one day and I could not balance, I could not walk, I was severely dehydrated, and I spent the whole day sleeping. I felt AWFUL, just awful. I didn't know what was going on but I was worried. I fell multiple times, including in the shower(tore down my shower curtain), and while attempting to go to work one day I hit a parking pole at work and damaged my car. I went to the doctor, though not my usual doctor and she dismissed it as a vaginal infection and dehydration. Gave me a prescription for antibiotics and sent me home and said to hydrate (gee, I had NEVER thought of that). So I give the antibiotics a few days to work, usually you'll start to feel better at that point, uuuummmmm, yeah nope. Felt WORSE! So I decided I can't make the trek up north to Seattle to see a doctor at my doctors office again. So I found a clinic near my house. First of all the doctor there didn't take me seriously. I tell him, I can't get enough to drink, my blood pressure is super low, I can't balance I can't work, I need to work, I live by myself, I can't afford to miss work. I think this has to do with my dehydration, I don't know why I am so dehydrated but I am. What does he say? I'm not concerned about that yet! REALLY?! REALLY?! Because I'm pretty sure I just told you I am and that should MAKE it your concern. Secondly, they couldn't even draw my blood. They tried twice, poorly, and sent me to the hospital to have my blood drawn. By the time the clinic finished with doing nothing to help me the hospital blood draw section was closed. So I go the next day. Took them 10 seconds, no joke 10 seconds to find my vein, despite still being dehydrated. The next day I get a call telling me I need to go to the ER right away. Not only were my white blood cell counts very high, my potassium level was very low and there was something else that I can't remember at the moment. Anyway. I go to the ER and they do x-rays, a CAT scan, lots and I mean LOTS of blood draws, an external and internal ultrasound. If you've ever had an internal ultrasound you will probably understand when I say that after having one done before my hysterectomy I had hoped to NEVER have one again. It was uncomfortable and painful. I was there, dehydrated and unable to drink anything between 2:40 PM and 1:50 AM. They thought I might have a complication from the hysterectomy and that maybe my left ovary twisted and wasn't getting blood. So because of the possibility of another surgery I couldn't eat or drink anything. Yay. In the end it turned out to be diverticulitis, AKA a colon infection. If you aren't familiar with diverticulitis it is basically caused by too little fiber and not enough exercise. This might be TMI but I take 2 to 3 poops a DAY, how I was low on fiber I could not understand. Apparently just because you poop a lot doesn't mean you are getting enough fiber. I never want to feel like that again. It was so scary. I just can't even explain everything about it. I think I'm blocking most of it out. But basically after all that they checked me in at 2 AM and started pumping antibiotics, fluids, potassium and probiotics through an IV into me. A couple days later I was released with a 10 day prescription of more antibiotics.
After that for a while life went back to normal for a while. Other then my hair falling out like crazy! Then about 2 weeks ago shit hit the fan. One of my best friends brother who had been fighting cancer for the last year lost the battle. Another friend of mine, her grandma passed away. That same day I get a text message from a guy I had been seeing shortly before. He had some crazy ex-girlfriend issues come up and suddenly stopped texting me, so I assumed that he had gone back to his ex and that was that. Let me tell ya, not the first d-bag experience I had had. I wish that would have been the case. I wish I could say that he was happily living it up with his ex and life went on for both of us like normal. But he had been in a severe car accident and he was physically and mentally injured. He is partially brain damaged now. I called him on my lunch that day and the whole time I was speaking with him I was crying. He sounded different. He was not himself anymore. He can't text well and doesn't know simple words. He went from being a painter and guitar player with hopes of moving up at work to not understanding the term crazy bitch (which I called his baby mama) during a texting conversation. I am trying to still talk to him and keep in contact because it wouldn't be fair to ditch him due to this circumstance. Less then a week later I had to move back in with my dad (took two days off of work for that and got in trouble for it as I had no sick time or vacation time left since it was all used on my surgery and the week I was out due to the diverticulitis), because he doesn't like the smell of guinea pigs I had to get rid of them. That was so hard to do on top of everything else. Then was the funeral for my friends brother. It was amazing to see so many people loved him. He was in a motorcycle club and the family was escorted by the club and several related chapter to the funeral. The roar of the bikes was amazing. So much love.
That brings me up to now. For a while now I have been talking to a great guy. He has listened to all this stuff lately and has been so understanding. I'm hopeful. Things are so far going well. I decided after everything that's been going on that it really is time to just get my shit together and take care of myself. I am fortunate enough to not have to pay rent at my dad's. My original plan was to move out between January and March but I am pondering postponing that a bit. I will see what develops. I am trying to find a second job before I move out again. In the mean time I started the process of taking care of myself by re-signing up for the gym. I got a monthly personal trainer as well which is something I have never done before. I'm hoping it makes a difference. I also will be re-committing to doing Weight Watchers. I fell of the WW wagon for a while. I can't keep using life as an excuse. Life will keep happening, you have to push through it. One of my other best friends had a baby recently and he is just adorable! From the moment I saw him in pictures I have wanted to just hold him and protect him. And I don't even like kids normally but it is my friends kid. If I feel this way about her kid, how will I feel about my sisters kid?!
Wow, that was long and kinda rambly. But you get the point. Anyway, time for me to go to bed. I have a personal trainer appointment tomorrow, then 3 hours over time and then I'm going to see the baby! Have a great night!
