2 am, Thursday September 8, 2016. I woke up and found myself unable to fall back asleep. When my alarm went off two hours later, I sighed and eventually dragged myself out of bed, dreading this day and all that was to come with it; the expected, the unexpected, and the unknown. Of all…
The day after tomorrow. No, not the movie. Just…my surgery is the day after tomorrow. Oh yikes. I can’t believe it’s almost time. I’m probably going to spend every spare minute between now and being knocked out in a mild state of panic. Especially after my appointments this morning.
*May contain triggers for domestic violence* I can’t seem to focus on anything today. Granted, I slept until 4:30 pm because I didn’t go to bed until 5:30 am, so it’s not like I’ve been awake all that long. But there are so many things going through my mind, it’s like a tornado in…
Numb. Nervous. Yet ecstatic. That’s really what I’m feeling right now. A big wibbly wobbly ball of emotions that I can’t seem to get sorted out.
Not literally. Darkness doesn’t bother me at all. I prefer night time over day time. But of course, it’s almost 4 am and I can’t sleep waiting for this diagnosis. I know what I think, and it’s not good.
If I thought last Friday was a big day, spending all day at the hospital for my various physical exams, blood work, and scans, I would say today actually outweighs it by several metric tons. I mean, I already knew I had a pituitary tumor. The question of course was had it changed in…
I’m not sure what to say right now. Today was a day that pushed me to my limits in ways I never thought I could be. Emotionally, I’m a mess. Mentally, I’m overwhelmed. Physically, I don’t know if I’ll ever sleep again until all this gets figured out.
Today (or rather, yesterday at this point), was going to be such a good day. I slept well, despite my usual late 4:30 pm wake-up, but I felt good when I woke up and was looking forward to having a good day. Until I read my email. I received an email from my manager…
Here it is, 4:30 am on the last Monday of August. And I cannot sleep for anything. I’ve pretty much been on a night shift sleep schedule for the past month, where I go to bed between 3-5 am and get up anywhere between 2-6 pm. I’m a natural night owl; I take after…
I don’t remember the last time I was exhausted as I was when I got home from the hospital yesterday after a day full of pre-op testing for my brain surgery, which is in 12 days and counting. I’ve had numerous surgeries (this will be number five), but none of them required the extreme…
