Anyway, instead of a long winded explanation of my personal tragedies, I'm just going to post a picture relevant to each event from throughout the last 11 months with a quick comment. And then hopefully this will all be over and I will win Powerball and Mega Millions and go to Europe and drink lots of wine forever.
|My 18-year-old blind, asshole Tuxedo cat bit through my hand in March 2015. Off to the ER to spend all of our money.|
|The antibiotic from the ER didn't work. My hand tripled in size. I was admitted to hospital for Spring Break. Good times.|
|The doctors told me I would have abdominal distress after being on so many antibiotics. I took probiotics but my abdomen kept getting more gassy and excruciatingly painful. And then I grew a beard. And then my abdomen started growing, too.|
I'll end on this note: we all have surface public lives and deep private ones. Sometimes they cross over. If you don't think you're seeing enough from someone, don't chastise or ignore them for not going to your party or pub night or poetry reading or dinner party or team function, etc. Maybe they're dealing with something. It doesn't hurt to ask or just say hi. I had some good friends and my boss be very supportive during this time and it meant a lot.
My next blog entry won't be this serious. I hope. I have some more terribly wicked gym stories that need to be told.
February 2017 Update:
I'm not doing a republish on this. I'm only adding a few other details about why I haven't written anything since this last entry. I'm close, though.
Since this was published...
- I lost my job of four years due to some unfortunate events. Wasn't my fault. My boss and co-workers all suffered the same fate. School politics are shit.
- I lost another pregnancy in the middle of the summer. I had thought my job loss was okay because I was having a baby, but, no go.
- I was photographing a Timbers match and ended up with a severe allergic reaction to the goal smoke. I normally had asthmatic reactions to it but dealt with it; this time it got in my eye and I could have lost it. It was so red and inflamed so fast. I had to take 4x the normal dose of eye antibiotic, and some pill antibiotics. I was instructed by my medical professional to never get near that smoke again if I want to keep my eyes. FML. March 2017 addendum: If I want to go to the matches, I have to stay in the south deck and never wear my contacts. I hate taking pictures with my glasses but I'm going to give it a go. We'll see what happens.
- I slipped down the stairs in my house and popped out a rib. Don't wear slippy socks on your hardwood stairs, kids.
- I started having bad hot flashes, insomnia, daily headaches, acne, mood swings, etc. The remaining ovary is farting out early, it seems. Menopause?!? Hormone pills to the rescue!
Eye doctor overrode GP, says I can wear my contacts in the south deck, but told me to remove them and use an eye wash he gave me in case I get exposed to the smoke at the matches. Much better option. Thank you Dr. Miller.
March 2018 Update:
It took me a lot longer to adjust to the menopausal symptoms and hormone replacement than I thought. Simultaneously dealing with that and having to come to terms with really REALLY never being able to have children was soul crushing. I'm only just now feeling slightly back to like myself. Ugh.