The last time I wrote, on June 15, I was still a whole, healthy person. 2 days later, I had an appendectomy. Now, I write as a mostly whole, healthy person, who still has trouble walking up steep hills and now has three icky scars on her tummy.
The culprit (sorry, it’s gross):
This little bugger caused a lot of trouble. For those who don’t know the story, my stomach started hurting on Wednesday night. At first, I thought it was related to the delicious hamburger I had recently consumed. The next morning, I couldn’t lift my right leg. Fortunately (and talk about good karma) I already had a doctor’s appointment that morning. Now, being my normal paranoid self, I immediately determined I had appendicitis (I read the symptoms on the NIH’s site, which is reputable, unlike WebMD). However, this is coming from me, the girl who decides she has a brain tumor whenever she has a migraine. So imagine my shock when my doctor AGREED with me. 8 hours, 1 ultrasound, and 3 exams later, I had surgery. Upon waking, I was both disappointed to not be pregnant (which is what I reportedly said) and was less one organ.
Since I had it done laprascopically, the recovery time was pretty fast (I was back to full-time at work in 10 days), but I still have issues with stamina when it comes to exercise. However, this is much better than being a: dead or b: well … dead.
Anyway, that pretty much consumed all of the last month. However, a few other important things also happened:
- We picked a place to get married
- My Kindle had a tragic accident with the floor
- Before that happened, I read a lot of books, which I’ll write about when my new replacement Kindle arrives (free of charge. Thanks Amazon!).
- The Storm are having the most amazing, fantastic season ever.
- Our house is still on the market
- Ellen was diagnosed with asthma
- I’ve developed a love of riding my new bike (which I bought 4 days before my surgery. Excellent timing.)
So that’s me. Hope all is well with you.