It’s been a week since I last posted, which, considering that I love y’all, is rather unlike me. I’ve been on the fence about whether or not to write about my continued medical misadventures — will they think it’s TMI? Will they hate me forever for talking about this stuff? Oh gaaaawwwwd! — but I figure that honesty is the best policy, so here goes nuthin’.
You may recall my earlier references to some epic, heinous lady troubles, as well as my (hopefully incorrect) potential diagnosis of premature ovarian failure. It turns out that my innards are having a veritable par-tay, as I also have a uterine fibroid that feels like it’s the size of Wisconsin. It may have torn into a blood vessel, which is why things have been very, very gnarly on the lady-troubles front.
At least once a day, if not more, I get a wave of cramps and, shall we say, “associated events” (now that’s a polite euphemism if I’ve ever used one) that leave me like this:
All this nonsense comes and goes, so sometimes I’m all kinds of happy to be pain-free, productive, and normal!
And then suddenly this happens:
All this means that I have to fit in normal life — cooking, talking with Brandon, calling my parents to let them know I’m not dead, and y’know, the wee task known as my job — during the windows of time when I’m actually a functional human being.
This, as you can imagine, hasn’t left much time for blogging. (Or, um, anything outside the bare necessities of life.)
So, that’s the bad news.
The good news is that I’m getting surgery a week from today to remove the offending fibroid. Exactly one week from now, I’ll be on the road to recovery — a road which, I’m told, is actually fairly short and sweet. Two weeks from now, I’ll hopefully be back in my routine of working out (a no-no for now, since it really aggravates things), blogging, and general normalcy.
And, speaking of general normalcy, I’ve never wished for my normal routine more than I do now. There’s nothing like even a relatively minor wrench being thrown into your life to make you crave normalcy and routine. I miss the gym, I miss yoga, and I miss being able to do my usual schtick.
So, hopefully, I’ll be back to my old self soon enough. Until then, I’ll probably be posting more sporadically than usual, but I promise that I’m not dead and that I’ll start posting more regularly once the surgery is over. In the meantime, maybe I’ll try the Black Knight’s approach: