I’ve been trying to write a blog post for the past few weeks. I’ve started at least five posts, gotten a paragraph or two in, and then stopped. My brain just won’t work long enough to keep going. So since I can’t think of anything creative to write, I’ll just write the facts regarding…
If you’ve been following my blog since before October 2016 or so, you might remember that I attempted to return to work on October 24th, six weeks after my brain surgery. You may also remember that it was a complete disaster and I have been unable to work since. But since that was a…
That place still traumatizes me. Wait, back up. I should start at the beginning. Yesterday it was finally time for my 7-month MRI following my brain tumor removal last September (and my 7th lifetime MRI at that!) My mom came down a few days ago to spend some time with me while my husband…
I’m awake since I feel a bit sick right now. Nausea has become a fairly common occurrence during my days now, likely from all the salt tablets I’m ingesting…and all the food I’m not ingesting. I really don’t care, either. So, it’s been a bit since I really updated at all because I’ve been…
Indeed, I am currently radioactive. Here’s proof: This would have been hilarious had I had my jury duty at the federal courthouse this January instead of last January. Really, officer, I can explain… So the obvious question is, why am I radioactive? Well, as stated in the pictures above, I had medical testing done…
As the year is (finally!) drawing to a close, I decided to go back and look at some of my old posts to see how life has changed in the past six months since I started this blog. My goal was, and still is, to raise awareness about certain chronic health issues that affect…
If that picture doesn’t sum up how today has gone for me, then nothing will. But first we need to back track to yesterday.
Note: This post spans a period of two days, covering my entire hospital stay. Ouchie McOucherson. That’s about how I feel right now. Because surgery hurts, no matter whether it’s “just” a laparoscopy or not! But luckily I have this -> to help me. Yay for Dilaudid PCAs!
I sat on the toilet in our hotel room, slumped over with my chest on my thighs, desperately wishing it would end so I could get some sleep. Alas, no sleep would come until I was rendered unconscious in the OR by the mechanisms of modern medicine several hours later. The clock was slowly…
Where does anyone in the 21st century turn to for information? The Internet, of course. Which takes us back to where we left off at the end of my last post. Hopeless, in more pain every day than anyone should have to endure, and looking for support from people who could relate to what I…
