farewell.

I started this blog to chronicle my injuries and surgeries...both for myself and for others who are having similar issues, surgeries, pain...and need help or guidance.

And, well...I guess I'm done. Sure I have some pain...but I finally found a way to ease it. See wow.

I am working again, not just my two self employed jobs, but for someone else. Working out, going to the pool, you know...almost back to normal again!

So, this is farewell. Thanks to all  who have followed and showed support. I'm off to live my life again, almost pain free ;-)

If you've stumble across this blog and have any questions about anything....just leave a comment-I'll still get it.

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well, you know

sometimes things just...happen. And sometimes I'm afraid to speak of such things, because I might jinx them...but on the roller coaster of life I have often done the 'wth, why us?' over things....the larger of the said things include:
1. grandmother's Alzheimer's
2. cousins death
3. losing a pet
4. being robbed
5. husband (bf at the time) having 2 feet of intestines removed.
6. sammy eating through a lamp cord and having to go to the hospital the same time husband is in the hospital.
7. husband having to withdrawal from school
8. kidney stones, over, and over, and over x5
9. injury/pain and no diagnosis
10. surgery 1
11. surgery 2
12. medical bills
13. unemployment
14. sammy pooping rivers of blood (coincidentally not related to #6)
15. husband's newly discovered NAFL disease
16. sammy's seizures
17. not being able to afford medical care for sammy

 ok, ok, it sounds like I'm whining and complaining, but actually...there's a light at the end of the tunnel. A light at the end of #17. I'm not a religious person, but I do believe there is something bigger than us going on-you can call it God, Allah, Mother Nature...whatever...but some things are more than coincidences. So for those of you not aware, #16 and #17 started last month...part of the reason for my lack of posts. Keep your fingers and paws crossed for our baby, please. A lot of hard work may be paying off.

Husband will always be missing 2 feet of his intestines, neither of us will ever forget being robbed, I'll always have the physical scars and effects from my surgeries (not nearly as big as the seam going down my husband's stomach!), I'm still unemployed, no one will be bringing my cousin back to life, and my grandmother's Alzheimer's will only get worse. There's absolutely nothing I can do about those things. But damn, I'm working so hard to change the story #16 and #17 are writing...even on 3 hours of sleep. Love this booger.

On an unrelated note:
1. My bff Jessica just got MARRIED!
2. current art project is rocking.
3. when you want something bad enough, nothing can hold you back.
4. I love my high school friends.
5. sometimes it's best to laugh and shut up then to say what you're really thinking. even if it pains you!

wow.

ok yeah...I've been a bit neglectful to my blog...just a bit. I need more time in the day. What am I gonna do when school starts?? I suppose it's a matter of learning how to manage my time instead of hoping for more hours in a day. Best news since I've been MIA? Massage. Had my first one a week ago. It was the first time I had felt the relief of the knots in my back being pressed, pressed, pressed...then gently disappearing like the bubbles when you first pour a soda...ahhhhh.

As if that weren't awesome enough...the first EVER relief of my iliopsoas pain. The therapists seemed a bit reluctant knowing it was my first ever massage and I wanted her to focus on my psoas area. Let's review just where that pesky little (big) muscle resides, and remember how angry mine is. A mean, a downright jerk.

Here the psoas major is pictured, which is a part of the iliopsoas. 

 

     

It's way back there, and she told me she could not even think about someone touching hers without getting the heebies...but I reassured her that I had a high tolerance for pain and to just go for it. And she did. And afterward, I actually felt relaxed for the first time in years. It felt so nice. I stood, putting weigh on the side of my body, for an hour after the massage and it still didn't tighten up. Went to a movie...sat through the entire 2 1/2 hours without pain....went to a baseball game and sat for 5 hours and walked about half a mile there and back....no pain. I was so happy I could have cried.
I go back to see miss magic hands in a week....I cannot wait!! Relief....finally. Finally.

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younger and dumber

Last week I got to meet my older lady friend, who I had only spoken to over the phone and through email. My sports med doctor asked if I would mind calling her to talk to her about my experience with my first surgery (Dr. Meyers, Philly). So I did, and we talked for almost 2 hours. If your know me personally, then you know I'm not a phone person. We have things in common and we understand some of what the other is dealing with. There's very few people I know that could even understand the injuries and surgeries I had, much less know what is was like. I mean, if wouldn't get it either if I hadn't lived it. I only know of two people who I can talk to who understand the medical terminology of it all. We even talked about other things that go with neuropathy, like depression and just feeling like crap while pretending to feel okay. Except, she doesn't pretend. She totally lays it out, which I think is probably because she's older and wiser. I, younger and dumber, pretend things are awesome, smile through it, and suffer in silence as much as I can because I don't want pity, I don't want judgement, and I don't want to ever face a challenge and fail. I think all of this can fall under the category of stubborn.
It was fun to meet her, and her husband. They're so nice and easy to talk to. We talked for an hour and a half without any weird pauses because we both have so much we want to know about the other and share about our own experiences. It was a good visit.

tons of cuteness

I got to spend time with these cuties today:

and then I got to come home to these cuties: