Well, the birthday wasn't really blue. In fact, it was one of the best birthdays I've ever had. The months of May and June were horrific, though. It started with the cyst rupture I had. A ticket for running a stop sign on the way to get my 90 year old Granny, who was running a temperature of 104, to the hospital. The bastard cop LAUGHED at me when I told him what was going on. My car breaks down...again. Get it fixed. But we get to start June off with a stroke for my father in law, complete with a week in the hospital and three weeks off work. Our newborn nephew has three holes in his heart that are not healing, so open heart surgery for the little one in a month or so. Gotta wait for his heart to get stronger. Three days after my birthday, my cousin died. I wasn't able to go to the funeral that was earlier this morning. Because, my car broke..again again. I think I cried more over missing the funeral and not being able to go support the rest of my family than I did about his actual death, which was pretty devastating, though not unexpected. He needed a lung transplant. This week I have been weepy and hormonal and pretty damn depressed. The birthday was a welcome distraction. My nephew and I shared a party at Gattiland, which really was fun. I made a French vanilla cake, from scratch.
I'm tired of crying, and tired of things going wrong. That's not even mentioning all the little things that happened: like the plumbing exploding on Father's Day when we had 15 people over. Or the fact I went through three new phones in a week because my body is magically charged and zaps the batteries.
I'm going to go play old school video games with my husband now.
Friday, July 1, 2011
Monday, June 13, 2011
Bleh
After 6 months, maybe I should update this thing. No one really reads it, and a lot of stupid things have happened that have kept me from wanting to post anything.
A month ago, I had a large cyst rupture. It was painful. I cried. I was sitting on the floor at my sister-in-law's house playing Call of Cthulhu.The room went dark briefly, I got tunnel-vision, all color drained from my face, and I started sobbing uncontrollably. That's always fun in a room full of people who are playing games. Went to the ER. What do they tell me? There's nothing we can or will do about it. They took some blood and a sonogram and sent me home with Tramadol. That's it They even said I didn't have a cyst rupture. Excuse me. I think I know what happened. A week later I was in another town for my bro's graduation. Thankfully, my GYN is in that town. I was still hurting and hurting unbearably. I went to the ER there, and ten hours plus a pelvic exam done atop an inverted bedpan later I was diagnosed with two pelvic infections and a ruptured cyst with a lot of fluid buildup. I stayed a few extra days to get a follow-up visit with my GYN.
Depressingly, she confirmed the cyst rupture. The fact I hadn't had a period since January, only one round of clomid, and no money, she gave me the progesterone to induce a period and put me back on birth control. It's the best decision for now, the birth control. Doesn't mean it hurts any less to know I have to go back on something that will prevent pregnancy even more than my body already does. Yeah, I know. I get that it helps the other hormones. I get that I need the periods. I get that it helps. But, at the same time...it hurts. Hopefully when I finish the undergrad degree and get a job with benefits, a job with a paycheck so that we aren't picking for food out of the frozen wasteland of the freezer space. Things will hopefully look up.
Summer school has been kicking my butt. Twelve credit hours. A graduate English class. With a 20 page paper. Yeah. I'm a masochist. My father-in-law had a stroke and was in the hospital for a week. It's been so crazy around here. He's better now, but still it was hard. He's still not cleared to go back to work. It's just rough. Sigh.
Here's hoping that things start to look up as we move forward.
A month ago, I had a large cyst rupture. It was painful. I cried. I was sitting on the floor at my sister-in-law's house playing Call of Cthulhu.The room went dark briefly, I got tunnel-vision, all color drained from my face, and I started sobbing uncontrollably. That's always fun in a room full of people who are playing games. Went to the ER. What do they tell me? There's nothing we can or will do about it. They took some blood and a sonogram and sent me home with Tramadol. That's it They even said I didn't have a cyst rupture. Excuse me. I think I know what happened. A week later I was in another town for my bro's graduation. Thankfully, my GYN is in that town. I was still hurting and hurting unbearably. I went to the ER there, and ten hours plus a pelvic exam done atop an inverted bedpan later I was diagnosed with two pelvic infections and a ruptured cyst with a lot of fluid buildup. I stayed a few extra days to get a follow-up visit with my GYN.
Depressingly, she confirmed the cyst rupture. The fact I hadn't had a period since January, only one round of clomid, and no money, she gave me the progesterone to induce a period and put me back on birth control. It's the best decision for now, the birth control. Doesn't mean it hurts any less to know I have to go back on something that will prevent pregnancy even more than my body already does. Yeah, I know. I get that it helps the other hormones. I get that I need the periods. I get that it helps. But, at the same time...it hurts. Hopefully when I finish the undergrad degree and get a job with benefits, a job with a paycheck so that we aren't picking for food out of the frozen wasteland of the freezer space. Things will hopefully look up.
Summer school has been kicking my butt. Twelve credit hours. A graduate English class. With a 20 page paper. Yeah. I'm a masochist. My father-in-law had a stroke and was in the hospital for a week. It's been so crazy around here. He's better now, but still it was hard. He's still not cleared to go back to work. It's just rough. Sigh.
Here's hoping that things start to look up as we move forward.
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