It’s been…not nearly long enough. I hadn’t missed you.
I’m not that late this time (day 42 and counting), but my endo symptoms have been severe. Bloating like I’m 6 months pregnant. Having to hold on to furniture to walk around the house. A near-constant headache. An increasing feeling that I have a weight in my abdomen that is tethered to my internal organs, sloshing around painfully when I change position. And, probably, the sugar cravings and the emotional roller coasters. Plus hot flashes, because everything’s harder to deal with when you’re hot and sweaty.
I’m seriously contemplating another laparoscopy. You know it’s bad when I’m considering letting them cut me open and burn blobs off my innards. Especially since I only got 3 months of relief last time.
One step at a time, though. First I have to get through the Provera again. Means my aspirations of starting a cardio class are on hold for about a month, but the need to incorporate some yoga and meditation into my day has increased exponentially.
On an unrelated note, my mother’s in the hospital again. Mild heart attack this time. I haven’t talked to her in a couple of days, but she was doing well when I visited Sunday. I’ve certainly seen her look worse. Which says something about the severity of this heart attack versus the severity of the illnesses she’s suffered these past few years. She was tired, because she’d been up all night in the ER, but otherwise seemed…normal. After a heart attack. MAC infections do not play around is the message I’m deriving here.
Anya was sick over the weekend with a virus similar to the flu that was thankfully not flu. She is better now. I’m hoping Kai and I don’t catch it. It’s supposed to be up to nearly 80 today, and warmer all week; spring is on the way. I’d hate for us to be too sick to enjoy it.