2015 was a really hectic year for me. There were so many downs and a really really huge up with the birth of my son but after spending months at the hospital, I was ready to put the year behind me. After all, a new year represents new beginnings and fresh starts and all things wonderful that come with starting a new page in a new book.
So on New years eve when my husband insisted that we go to the hospital, I point-blank refused. The pain and discomfort I was feeling in my tummy area was just going to have to go away on its own because there was no way I was saying farewell to my old nemesis from a bed in the emergency room. HELL NO!
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Instead, I woke up on the first day of 2016 and admitted defeat. The pain was simply unbearable and I just needed something to make it stop. So off we went, wishing our well wishes in the waiting room of the hospital. Oh don’t I know that place so well. It’s so bad that no one even asks my name anymore. They just immediately pull up my files. Yup, I’m a celebrity at the damn hospital. Fan-bloody-tastic.
Well, the Dr took one look at my sore belly and declared it was caused by irritation of my surgical scar and nothing a course of antibiotics couldn’t fix. Happy as a pig in poop off I went home clutching my new prescription. After all, this was the first time I’d gone to the hospital and left without being admitted since September last year. Maybe the year isn’t off to such a bad start after all.
Fast forward two more days and I woke up hardly able to move. My thoughts this time were a lot more “fuck you you bloody pain” than “no I don’t want to go back to hospital”. And so, on the 3rd of January, I made my way back to my favourite hospital. This time, in tears.
The nurse asked me all the regular questions, I had to explain my entire ordeal all over again… I really am quite good at summarising it at this point already. Checked my blood pressure and off he went while I waited for the Dr. Suddenly, my tummy burst open… yes, literally. Turns out I had an abscess that had formed just under the surface of my skin where my old wound hadn’t healed fully and it had become infected. So there I was, lying waiting for the Dr, soaking up all kinds of fun stuff. BUT – on the bright side, the pain subsided. Yay – see, at this point I’m clutching at straws. I’m determined for 2016 to be a better year for me.
I’m nursing a new freshly opened wound all over again. Just when I thought the worst of it was over. It’s killing me. Worst thing is, I can’t pick my son up or his wriggly legs hurt me all over again. I had a little pity party for myself, cried quite a bit and made everyone feel sorry for me. I needed it. Sometimes you just have to let go a little so that the healing can start and I really can’t help feeling like “why me” sometimes. But hey, why the hell not me I suppose. I’m well dosed up on pain killers now and trying to get as much rest as possible. In ten days (hopefully), I’ll be good as new.
On the very bright side- it’s 2016 and in a couple of months, I have my reversal surgery and everything can start going back to normal.
Woop Woop!! Take that 2016! You’re going to be a good year whether you like it or not!!
It’s 18 days till my birthday! Yay!!