The Wrong Week To Stop Sniffing Glue

 Hello, my blogging friends and I hope you are all doing well despite COVID19, tornadoes, hurricanes and Bob.  Sorry, I had to put that last one in because it just seemed to work. 

Ok, I have had some, shall I say women’s issues when I am way past the menopausal shit. In the spring I had a procedure to remove a polyp from my uterus and it was found I have Endometrial Uterine Hyperplasia. Seriously, I can’t believe I remembered this term. Basically, I am producing too much estrogen which increases weight gain, menopausal shit and, if left unchecked, cancer. To ensure I will not get cancer, I decided to have a complete hysterectomy including the ovaries. I would be seeing the Dr. in September because they are very behind with surgeries due to covid. In the summer, I started bleeding again..not much, but that is not normal. Between the doctor on vacation and screw ups with the labs (like one under renovation so it was closed), I finally got my ultrasound done. Thankfully, that looked normal. I will have the operation the day after our Thanksgiving, a Tuesday and coming home Thursday. I did see her(Doc) last week and she explained how the procedure will be done, etc.. 

Now comes the week of hell that was the near the end of August..

Finally, On Tuesday, August 24th, I found out my actual operation will be on October 12th and, even though I need it, since I don't want cancer, I felt a sense of ...ick. It has become reality and my fears and concerns became more heightened. I felt like I am in a race with cancer and I want to beat it to the finishing line. The good news is it will be done, it is a surgery but routine and, I hope, I can work, after a month, lying in bed with the laptop on my actual lap. The doctor said it should not be a problem. I have not been off work for any extended period of time since I started with Credit Counselling over 30 years ago.

Aug. 25th...I texted someone near and dear to me that I would love to speak with them. They told me they do not want to talk and hope the procedures go well. They stated I am very judgemental and insensitive in every conversation they ever had with me and had to hold their tongue often. To say I was hurt is an understatement especially when I am dealing with my health. I am better now and when the person wishes to speak to me, I will be hear but no more texts or emails. Things get lost in the translation so I hope this person will be open to seeing me one on one and have a good conversation. This person is hurting too and I need to be open to what I may have said or done but I can not walk on eggshells. 

Aug. 26th-My hubby, around 6ish, was doubled over in severe pain. Finally, I convinced him to go to the hospital here which...is a blecchy hospital to be honest. At first I thought appendix but how he was crying out in pain, and my hubby can take a lot, I thought...Kidney Stone! We waited for 3 1/2 hours and left around 1:30 with my ADHD husband ranting and raving about the hospital. 

Aug. 27th-Hubby went to the hospital in Burlington and was well-received and got diagnosed with a kidney stone but it was too big to pee out. It had to be lasered-.blasted out just like it was a death star. He came home and was happy with the result and knowing he will be ok.

Aug. 28th-I visited my best friend  but came home around 6pm to hear my sweet hubby back in agony! I asked if he can travel to Burlington but he said he couldn't take the drive. I mentioned this hospital and he said no way. I gave him 2 percoset  and they did nadda! Finally by 10 pm I told him I will call 911 so the ambulance will come and he will be in another area of the hospital. I couldn't be with him because of covid, so I waited and called and waited until 4am. I finally went to sleep but called 4 hours later and still...nothing. I ate and did some meditation before I went to see him. Finally, he was getting a room and had to await surgery for the kidney stone. From Saturday night to Wednesday, he was told he he will get the operation so no food or drink. By 8:30/9pm, he was told "No operation today". He was given the saddest ugliest sandwich I had seen or a muffin. On top of that, he was on morphine every 4 hours to stop the pain. Wednesday, I picked him up and was told he had the operation but hubby corrected me,... they just placed a stint in his ureter and sent him home with more percoset. Since then, he has been ok and has been careful not to do too much.

Did I mention he has a hernia which is painful and has to be dealt with also? So yeah the next 3 weeks will be operation home. I almost feel like buying that game, Operation," and having some fun. My hubby is now having his Kidney stone removal next week Tuesday (it was supposed to be Oct. 5th). On Sept. 28th, he will have his hernia operation and Oct. 12th is my operation. My hubby heals quickly, amazingly so, so he should be ok when I go in. I heal very slowly because of my connective tissue disorder so I will just be reading and watching movies. 

Did I mention we still have no bathroom downstairs because of the burst pipes from 3 1/2 yrs ago?  Yes, well, we had the plumbers in right after the week of hell. Michael worked on the insulation before he got hit by the pain. He wants to lay the floor down after his operations but before mine so we can get a toilet in there otherwise I will be climbing stairs and ...well, that will not be pretty. It's hard enough to climb the stairs at 3am with my constant pain never mind an operation. The contractor we hired is so busy he will be coming to do our bathroom in Dec. By then, I hope to be much better. 

So....that has been my situation of late. There are always bright spots...my family, my friends, my animals, a good job, a home. I am lucky.