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Getting Back In the Swing Of Things

Home from work, comfy clothes on, dinner already in my tummy, cozy on the couch settling in to watch Grey’s Anatomy.

Happily taking only one pill tonight instead of 4 different pills daily, multiple times a day, as I had been doing for almost 2 weeks straight.

I went to the doctor’s office Tuesday and was overjoyed by the removal of the ridiculously awful stent…

I am very happy to announce that all is right in the world of my left kidney again now that sucker is outta there. You can rest easy my friends, I no longer wanna scream or cry when I pee. ūüôā I know, a heavy weight has been lifted off your shoulders now that you’ve gotten an update on my bathrooming habits. ¬†I promise to keep my mentioning of it here in the immediate future. ūüôā

With the beast removed, I was FINALLY able to go back to work after having missed more days than I wanted. I would be lying if I told you I was looking forward to going back. Having only been in this new position on my own for a week and a half prior to the stones rocking my world I was already behind… then after missing a week and a half… holy loads of work to be piled up just waiting for me.

The only consolation being that if I was able to return to work that would then mean I’d be feeling better. I was beyond ready to start feeling better.

So after the appointment, several self-motivating pep talks, good luck wishes from family & friends and some “bring me to my happy place” music, I headed on over to jump back in to work.

I wasn’t even halfway through the door when I got slammed…

… with big smiles and welcome backs… how are yous and hugs…

Before I was even able to drop off my purse, bag & coat at my desk, I was stopped & sidetracked over and over…

…not by issues or problems but by co-workers offering help, touching base on progress & inquiries of my well-being.

I was backed up and taken care of and helped and supported the whole time I was out… and that help has continued well into this week as I’m getting back into the swing of things.

It’s not been an easy week by any means … there have been hiccups along the way but my days were made all that much easier by the pitching in and support I’ve received from my co-workers.

After having only worked here for several months, I couldn’t have been made to feel more welcome than I was upon my return. I was made to feel like I belonged there even though my background doesn’t necessarily say that I do.

You know that saying “Everything happens for a reason” that I heard more times than I ever wanted to in the month after I lost my job? The one that made me want to punch something every time I heard it, even if I was the one repeating it to myself.

 

But I know deep down it is the truth… everything does happen for a reason. I am being challenged on a daily basis, learning scrupulous amounts of information and basically starting over… not many people get that opportunity. Plus, I now have pretty awesome insurance … something I didn’t have in the past. Everything happens for a reason… even if it’s not immediately apparent. ¬†Even if you have to go through a bunch of nonsensical crap you can’t even make heads or tails of. ¬†EVERYTHING does happen for a reason.

So there you have it… one more day left in this work week remains. I’m pretty sure it’ll be a long one and that’s just fine by me.

Health-wise I’ve got a few more bridges to cross… but for now, the immediate is remedied.

Thanks for your get-well wishes… you’ve helped me along the way…

Getting back to normal a little at a time…

I think it’s safe to say I’m working on getting back into the swing of things… Pretty darn happy to be doing so if I don’t say so myself.

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I got married!!!!

Do you Megan, take the, Heating Pad to be your lawfully wedded partner? In sickness & health, in good times and bad, for richer for poorer as long as you both shall live?

Well, at least for the last 10 days I’ve been married to my heating pad… and my couch… and DVD player… and pain pills…

I’m sorry you never got the invitation for this beauteous¬†occasion…. Please don’t hold it against me. ¬†You really didn’t miss much of a party at all. ūüôā

And guess what?! It’s been no honey moon….

The whirlwind romance nightmare began one Wednesday night about a week and a half ago when I was awoken by a sweet kiss on the cheek from the hot fella sharing my pillow   the stabbing pain in my side and lower back.

You know that nagging ex boyfriend that keeps popping back into your life at the most inopportune times? The one that you just can’t seem to get rid of and continues to cause you ridiculous amounts of pain? That what this visit was like except that the nagging pain was not that of an ex-boy friend & certainly not as celebratory as a wedding … it was none other than that of my arch nemesis and relentless visitors that have long wore out their welcome.

Kidney stones

These rocks and I are no strangers.¬† We’ve had a well-documented, torrid love affair hate-hate relationship for about a year now. And up until this point, I was the clear winner in not letting the pesky bastards knock me down.¬† I didn’t have insurance so I dealt with it the best I could, waiting it out and passing em through. Passed one at work, kept on working. Passed one in the morning, went to boyfriend’s house that night. I did all I could do. Ibuprofen, heating pad, and drink water, water and more water. Couldn’t go arunning to the doctors everytime I had em… so I sucked it up & dealt with it.

Until that Wednesday night a week and a half ago that is… there was no ignoring the hurting. Up all night unable to get comfortable. Little did I know that would begin my marriage to the Heating Pad for the next 10 days (and counting)…

No sleep was had… not a wink. I wouldn’t have complained had it been that non-existant hot guy sharing the pillow with me keeping me awake all night. Just sayin’…

By noon on Thursday afternoon I was hurting bad enough to go to MedExpress… x-rays & blood work and sent home with pain pills that ended up not even touching the pain. The x-ray showed two stones in my right kidney. ..hmmmmm, my pain was on the left side… Proving to be a rocky marriage from the get go.

By 11:00 PM Thursday night I could barely stand and started heaving into the porcelain throne for the next 3 hours… I then decided it was time to call in the reinforcements… the MOH MOM.

I didn’t wanna do it. I tried REALLY hard to wait until a more acceptable hour to put the call in to her but it just wasn’t getting any better.

You know it was damn bad when I decided it was time to go to the ER… boo!

After what seemed like the world’s longest 12 mile drive to the hospital we were greeted by the non-sparkly and less than cheerful lady at the check in window… the one who as I am hurling into the garbage can I had in tow is looking on annoyedly at the fact that she needed to get my personal info and I was clearly indisposed at that exact moment.

She was a true peach, let me tell ya.

Luckily though, the next bunch of peoples I interacted with through out my eternally brief stay at the hospital were far more pleasant and peachy.

Oh to be pricked and prodded while puking is a precious experience lemme tell ya… IV meds which didn’t work, CT scan, x-rays and blood work … more IV meds that didn’t work… sent home with pain pills that didn’t work.

The lil sister called with results of the CT & such. It seems as if my insides were in stating a rebellion on me at the ripe old age of 33 without even consulting me before hand.

The CT scan showed one 8mm stone on my left side… that was the beast that was kicking the crap outta me…Literally! ¬†Oh and remember above when I said the x-ray at MedExpress showed 2 stones on the right side? ¬†Guess what? ¬†It lied! ¬†There were in fact 2 stones in my right kidney. ¬†What it didn’t show, that the CT shed some light on was that there were 8 more stones in addition to the 2 seen in the x-ray. ¬†Yea, 11 freaking rocks in my body. ¬†PLUS a cyst on one of my ovaries and fibroids on my uterus. ¬†Yes, I know, I know, I am divulging a whole lotta information on you that some may find “inappropriate for sharing” in such a forum, but these sorts of things happen when you don’t go to get your stuff checked out regularly… I hadn’t gone to the doctor for more years that I care to admit because I did not have health insurance. ¬†Thankfully, now I do and everything will be covered…. My point is though, even if you don’t have insurance, get your butt to a clinic or something. ¬†It does your body no good to let things go… ¬†Get your butt to the doctors! ¬†Now! ¬†Don’t put it off. ¬†Sorry, for my digression…

back to the monster stone… Made an appointment at the urologist’s office for Tuesday because of the holiday. Happy Freakin’ New Year to me… It ROCKED. ¬†(Ha ha ha… I clearly crack myself up. ¬†Or maybe I’ve just cracked. ¬†The verdict is still out on that.) ¬† ¬†So this left me to hang in there with the pain until then… with pain pills that didn’t do a darn thing. ¬†Sooooooooo….. that left me with the Heating Pad. ¬†Fast forward through a coupla days of becoming one with my couch and said heating pad and pain pills…

I find myself at the urologist office on Tuesday having to pee in a cup on demand for at least the 4th time in as many days. ¬†I think I should have started charging for each cup filled… 100 bucks a pop. ¬†Then I’d at least have a good start on getting that MAC I want! ¬†The Physician’s Assistant proceeded to tell me just how big my rock was and that was going to be the focus of our meeting. ¬†Basically after blubbering about how much I was hurting and how crappy I’d felt for days, the wonderful urologist SQUEEZED me in for surgery that afternoon.

AGHHHHHHH!!!! Surgery?! ¬†Well…. technically some may not classify it as surgery due to the lack of any actual incision. ¬†BUT, I absolutely considered this surgery. ¬†I was being knocked out… I’ve never had any sort of anything done to me before besides IV’s for meds in the ER. ¬†No surgery for anything. ¬†I was a basket case.

Ureteroscopy, stone extraction, lithotripsy and placement of a stent.

I arrived at the hospital 2 hours early exactly as instructed thanks to the MOM. ¬†Immediately the “preparations” began. ¬†I had to sign papers, put one of those LOVELY hospital gowns on with the opening in the BACK (what is up with that?! ¬†Always the opening goes to the back… Fine, if you wanna look at my fat butt, go right ahead, you sicko! ūüėČ ), and those silly uni-foot slipper socks ( you know the ones that don’t have a designated front or back… super cool). ¬†And guess what, I had to pee in a cup again! ¬†Another $100 I coulda had towards the MAC…

Blood drawn, IV’s in and confirming my name and what surgery I was having about 150 times, the MOM came back to wait with me… Waiting… But as I was pricked and prodded and just wanting to get the show on the road, I was fortunate to have the comedic entertainment of a 70+ old man directly across the hall from me. ¬†He was apparently in to get a new battery as he stated about 151 times. ¬†At first I found him a bit entertaining… then my eyes got a surprise they were NOT expecting and still haven’t recovered from since. ¬†I just didn’t have words… except for asking mom to close the curtain to my “room” because I had seen and experienced enough… ¬†** Imagine… hospital gown… on 70+ old man… instructions to be completely naked underneath… his complete lack of modesty and laying SPREAD EAGLE on his bed… I think he knew exactly what he was doing… ¬†NOT what I wanted to see. ¬†Just sayin’**

People in and outta my room, introduced to me but I don’t remember who was who or what was what… As one was behind me and another in front rolling me on the hospital bed to the OR they tried making small talk. ¬†Asking about my job. ¬†Told them it was new. ¬†Asked about my old job. ¬†Told ’em what I used to do… Asked where it was… told ’em where it was… Asked about the people I used to work for… Told ’em to kiss my butt (well not really but pretty close to it)… REALLY?! ¬†Right before I go into surgery those people are the ABSOLUTE¬†LAST that I care to speak about, ever. ¬†let alone as I’m being wheeled in for surgery. ¬†THANK GOD, they gave me the stuff that was putting me to sleep right then and there or I may have flipped out. ¬†The last thing I remember was someone asking if it was ok for them to put my legs up in the stirrups… LADIES, you know how awesome that it. ¬†Thankfully though, I don’t even remember anything occurring. ¬†Were my legs up there? ¬†I dunno?

I woke up in recovery… all sorts of groggy and hurting… More pain meds… some water… and several hours later I was home.

I wish, I could tell you that I felt 100% better at that point. ¬†But, nope…. I cannot.

It seems that the stent that was put in could either be your best friend or your worst enemy… Guess which it has been for me?!? ¬†WORST ENEMY.

Hurts all the time. ¬†And when I hafta go “drain the hose” as you fellas call it… ¬†HOLY CRAP… I can’t even describe to you the pain the follows. ¬†Thank you for stabbing me in the back… no seriously, thank you. ¬†I enjoy tears running down my face and feeling like I’m gonna hurl every time I have to pee.

And since I’ve first started experiencing kidney stones, I’ve heard from many, many people that the pain associated with these rocks lodged inside of me is supposedly WAY worse than child labor. ¬†To that, I say, BRING ON THE KIDS. ¬†When the time comes, I’ll have not a problem in the world pushing ’em out. ¬†Score for me!

And sooooooo… over a week after this damn marriage to the heating pad started… not even a week after the surgery… I WANT A DIVORCE. Not from my heating pad… but my kidneys… or this stent… Happily knowing that on Tuesday, my wish will be granted… the stent will be gone! ¬†Woo Hoo!

As for my other issues such as the 10 other stones and cyst and¬†fibroid¬†and crappy¬†blood work… the ball will now be rolling on what is what and why it is. ¬†On the road to getting better, I am so very thankful for every second of every day that my heating pad hasn’t crapped out on me just yet.

For those of you that have shown and shared concern for me, I thank you… For the get well tweets, texts, phone calls, offers to run errands, Facebook messages and shout outs, I thank you and appreciate them more than you know.

It’s been a ROCKY road and ROCKY start to the new year, but here’s to hoping that 2012 can only get better from here, right?!

Much love to you in 2012 my friends…

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Five Question Friday 1.6.12

1. What is the weather like where you are and do you like it?
ummmmmm…. last time I checked it was January. ¬†Today the thermometer says it’s 50 degrees…. in southwestern PA… Just a few days ago it was in the teens and absolutely frigid.

Right now, the weather just needs to make up its mind. ¬†It should be cold this time of year. ¬†It should snow. ¬†But that is in the beauty of living in southwestern PA. ¬†You never know what the weather is going to be like… ¬†I do enjoy the change of seasons. ¬†I think if I lived anywhere else, I would truly miss the seasons of SW PA (as wonky as they are).


2.¬†When you’re sick what do you seek comfort from?
Ahhhhh…. This question is so appropriate! ¬†Wanna know why?! ¬†Because I suggested it to the powers that be at @5crookedhalos via twitter.
I’ve been feeling like crap for over a week now… (more about that soon). My must haves have been my heating pad. ¬†My couch. My DVD player and DVDs from friends and family.
My heating pad and I have been through a lot together. ¬†All sorts of aches and pains over the years… after my car accident… through bumps and bruises and now this latest venture. ¬†CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT IT. ¬†Praying it doesn’t fizzle out on me any time soon… it will be a sad day… a very sad day.

3. What do you need to do before the end of the month?
GET BETTER! ¬†That would be wonderful….
Actually, what I would like to do before the end of the month is to put away all my Christmas decorations. ¬†I just didn’t feel ’em this year, like normal. USUALLY they’d be left up until the middle or end of¬†February.
Having said that I am hoping to go through and get rid of stuff in my storage closet that I no longer need. ¬†I’m actually going to get rid of some of my teaching stuff… It will be an extremely hard thing for me to do, but it’s time. ūüôā

4. Have you ever served on a jury?
I don’t want to answer this question in fear of jinxing myself so I plead the 5th respectively.

5. If you could be any animal, what would you be and why?
Weird question… one that I’ve¬†actually¬†heard people ask. ¬†Some have even said they’ve been asked this question on an interview…
I don’t know. ¬†I’m allergic to cats and dogs… bunnies are adorable… ¬†Maybe a lion? ¬†Nah.
Ooooh… I know… A wild horse. ¬†Yes… that’s it. ¬†To be able to run free and wild along the shores or in fields. ¬†I think that’d be superb.
There ya have it my friends… my Five Question Friday post actually completed on a Friday! ¬†Your turn… link up!

Expect the Unexpected

I know I’ve heard many a person say, “You never know what to expect”.

¬†Time and time again I’ve heard those words or uttered them myself in relation to various situations, circumstances and events.

This has always held true in my personal experiences in life so far…

Just when you think you know, you find out in reality you really have no idea…

But you see, life always has a way of changing on ya… the path in the road winding in a different direction of sorts…

Some days you’ve got your plan all set and the floor comes out from underneath you…

While other days you’re so lost you’re driving around in circles having not a clue as to which direction you should go…

You never know if what you’ve always done and what you’re used to doing is what you are meant to do…

You never know what opportunities will present or how you are to respond to them…

You may find yourself doing something you’ve always wanted to do in a way you never thought of…

You may find yourself doing something you never thought you’d be doing but loving it anyway…

Whether your dream is your journey or your journey is your dream, take hold and live it out…

Don’t limit yourself with expectations… expect anything and everything and all that lies in between.

A lot of triumphs arise in direct relation to the way you respond to life and all it throws your way.

Whatever your dream may be, live it.  

Love it.

If I’ve learned anything at all in the last two months, it is to ALWAYS expect the unexpected

It’s a little less of a shock if you prepare yourself for the best, worst and everything in between.

AND

Just roll with the punches… tomorrow IS a new day. ¬†Why not make it a good one?

Loves to my loves!

Through the Looking Glass

Life is quite an adventure isn’t it?!

Some days it is a smooth sailing ride while others are up and down and all around crazy.

Writing for me has been the perfect way to document both sorts of days and every other kind in between. ¬†From milestones to heartaches to celebrations and the mundane everyday goings on, writing it out just helps…helps me to deal; helps me to remember. ¬†Some times I blog once a week; sometimes it’s twice a week; there was a time where I was posting each and every day and also a time where I only did one or two posts in an entire month.

Regardless of the frequency, I’ve shared my stories, my thoughts, my nonsense and my opinions… I’ve babbled on about my loves in the music world just as much as my loves in my family… I’ve sought encouragement and vented anger… I’ve jumped up and down in excitement in sharing some occasions with you as well. ¬†It is quite a fun ride… even if I include the crummy days, because lets face it… I am here.

Which way to go what to do?!

With all that has gone on recently such as welcoming my newest nephew into the world, attending several concerts, losing my job, breaking the nicotine habit and spending time with friends  and family I find myself reflecting on all avenues of my life thus far and the road ahead which is somewhat unknown.

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be an outside observer in your own life?  To kinda step out of your skin and take watch of your world around you.

OR

Have you ever sat back and looked over decisions you’ve made and wish that you could change the outcome? Or have you ever revisited a situation in your past that you once felt VERY strongly about and find that years later your opinion on the matter is completely opposite than your original stance was?

Those questions my friends really make me think…

It is good to revisit situations and circumstances from the past and reflect on them retrospectively; taking from each pieces and tidbits of lessons learned. Yes, the past is the past but there is ALWAYS an opportunity to learn from the past in hopes of continual growth in the future. AND there are somethings that are just better off being left in the past…

The best I can relate it is to Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass…

Looking through the glass

Alice went on a pretty incredible unknown adventure. ¬†Was she scared? ¬†unsure? ¬†a bit confused, puzzled and perplexed? ¬†Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. ¬†BUT there were signs and clues along the way. ¬†She took a leap of faith and followed those hints, unsure of where they’d lead her. ¬†It was an incredible journey. ¬†I find myself really relating to Alice these days.

So now, I sit here “looking through the glass” of my adventures so far; Adventures that have been documented through my writings here and writings I have not yet shared with you; ¬†some of which are from 10 or more years ago.

I don’t fully believe the¬†adage, “hind sight is 20/20.” ¬†As with each bump or blessing that occurs I am truly beginning to believe that EVERYTHING in life really DOES happen for a reason, even if it is not immediately in sight. Looking back on the past (places, events and people) I still don’t have clear outlooks on many situations. ¬†I’ve come to the realization as my 33rd birthday approaches next Thursday that it’s okay NOT to understand… It’s okay to NOT know the answers. ¬†THAT is the journey

Looking through the glass on the different “versions” of me that have emerged throughout the years, made visible through my writing is showing me more about myself than I thought it would. ¬†THROUGH the looking-glass I can appreciate ALL that has¬†occurred¬†and all that has changed.

I am the same person as I was some 15 years ago when I started writing… perhaps though; ¬†I am older, I am getting healthier,¬†I am a bit more seasoned, a bit wiser, and a whole lot stronger.

I am a daughter, sister, aunt, granddaughter, cousin, friend… I am a writer, crafter, music-lover looking for the right path to take… more accurately when to take that leap of faith.

In the meantime, I’ll continue taking glimpses through the looking-glass and continue on my own little nonsensical path until I find where ever it is I am meant to be.

Have you taken a glimpse lately?!