Remember back in November when I turned 50 and I said it was no big deal to me?
Yeah, so I lied. 👎
Well, I didn't actually lie because at the time I felt that way but now, two plus months out, I feel a bit differently. 👵
As you may or may not know I have been having some health issues since about last March. I wrote about it in the blog post "On Turning 50...and a 2010 surgery reboot". I had my hernia repair surgery on 12/17/2020 and let me tell you, my 50 year old self does NOT recover like I used to. Its been nearly eight weeks since my surgery and truth be told, I do not feel better. I am not barfing anymore so that is a HUGE blessing but the pain and lack of appetite is still around. I have had some more testing including a colonoscopy which have netted zero results. As a matter of fact, the prep for the colonoscopy made things worse. I had to drink two bottles of that vile magnesium citrate and midway through the second one, I threw up for 40 minutes. 🤮TMI, I am aware but you know that's how I roll. When that happened I felt something "tear" in my back and have been in terrible pain ever since. I tried everything to make it better but nothing alleviated the pain. Went back to the bariatric surgeon and he said that I likely ripped my hernia repair up. However, there is nothing he can do until I am three months out from surgery. He said that "maybe" it was just a hematoma or some other stress on the surgical site but given my symptoms he is pretty sure I tore myself up. So, I am basically back to square one. On the positive, he told me to start eating "real" food again so anything goes as long as I can tolerate it. 🍲😋
It's been rough but I have decided that every day I feel like I can, I am getting out of this apartment. I have spent the better part of December , all of January and so far most of this month suffering while being cooped up. No more though! If I am going to feel bad no matter what I do then I might as well get out of here and walk or take photos or take day trips or whatever I can do. The depression is real. I miss my friends and my family. I'm sick of being sick, and I am sick of Covid.
I got to see my sister today. From the window of my apartment. Through the window of her car. For the first time since September. Enough is enough. I am not even feeling well enough today to go downstairs to talk to her while she sits in her car. It's insane and I am over it. I mean seriously. If I am going to feel like dog crap what difference does it make where I am at while I feel like dog crap.
So, there you have it. Yesterday I went out in 20 degree weather 🧊and went to a few different places at Mill Creek Park. Mark comes home tomorrow for 48 hours and we have running around to do. When he leaves on Thursday, I might take a ride to Lake Erie. Who knows! Life is too short and I simply cannot sit in this apartment by myself any more.
Anyway, that's what's up. What have you been up to?
Anyone have big Valentine's Day plans? I am going to surprise Mark will an early Valentines dinner on Tuesday. He will be totally shocked because normally I don't give a hoot about this "holiday". I even got him a card! 👄💕
Lois and Helen are doing great. They have been such a bright spot for me in an otherwise miserable time. I'm so thankful to have them. Lois is a little crazy but so sweet. She follows me everywhere I go and puts up with all my crazy photographing her. Helen is a lot less tolerant of a camera up in her grill. She is more independent and is a very typical cat meaning she picks and chooses when she wants to show and receive affection. I have become quite a "crazy cat lady". I bought them houses, hammocks for the window and most recently a kitty drinking fountain. I thought it would keep Lois out of the sink, but it doesn't. 🐈😸
I am planning a trip to NC at the end of February or beginning of March. I am really looking forward to seeing the boys and hopefully some of my friends down there.
Praying for health and safety for all of you! 😷
Thanks for reading and much love to all.💖
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