Long Overdue

I am trying to apply my time more efficiently these days. With both work and home life being crazy I just don't seem to have the time to blog like I used to. I always seem to have a post lingering in my head but haven't found the time to sit and write. Writing is a true passion of mine. I used to sit for hours writing, and believe it or not, I have actually saved most of my journals from when I was younger. Some times I even dig them out of the closet and read them again. Remembering when life was so simple. All I had to worry about was what I was going to be doing for the weekend and with which friend. Since becoming a Mommy I have found that time is just to important to sit and take up time to write about me. But yet again, this is what I need to do sometimes to keep myself sane. So I am going to try and do at least a weekly posting about what has been going on and where my mind is at.

So today the project for the subject will be about my overall health:

Such health has been great, although it seems that after said last pregnancy my body thought that spotting was the way to work. I talked with my local OBGYN whom I go to for routine care and it was decided that I would go in for a "routine" D & C.

Such procedure was scheduled for 2/11. I arrived at 7 AM for day surgery. I had my IV placed, very nice drugs placed through the catheter and felt awesome.

I woke up feeling okay overall and was discharged just 45 minutes after said procedure.

Got home and lay on the couch to relax. After about an hour I had to go pee. I got off the couch and went down the hallway and at some point I guess I didn't make it to the bathroom. I passed out. I crawled to the bathroom because not only did I need to pee I was going to have diarrhea in my pants.

As I sat there I wondered what the h.e.l.l. hit me. I never in my wildest dreams thought it would be this painful.

I relaxed some more and by Saturday and Sunday felt okay, but not great.

Monday I went to work and took the said pain medication that was prescribed to me since I don't really like taking medication just so I wouldn't be painful during work.

While at work I thought I was going to die. I lay on the floor wondering what I should do. I decided I needed to go home. The only problem is, I work 35 minutes away from home and didn't know if I was going to make it. It took 4 trips of stopping to vomit before I even made it into the driveway.

Tuesday I placed a call to my doctors office at 9 AM as soon as they opened. I left work at 3 PM. I got home went to go to the bathroom and when I got out noticed that I missed a call on my cell phone that was on vibrate and it was said doctor telling me that she was leaving the office and to contact her on Wednesday. That was at 4:19 PM

Wednesday I got to work and felt about the same but not worse. No vomiting or anything. I decided to not call her and wait it out.

Thursday I worked and by the afternoon before leaving work it felt like a horse had kicked me in the stomach as hard as he could or another thought did 500 sit ups.

I got home took some pain medication and shower and went to bed. During the night I got up a couple of times and thought, "wow, this is really painful."

Friday I got up as normal, got Princess ready for school and on her way and took Little Miss for a couple of errands that I needed to do. While out I thought, " my gawd, I think I'm dying!"

I headed home to rest and waited for M to get home. When she got home I told her I needed to go to the hospital.

I drove there with my aunt and got in to the ER. When I got there I just sobbed. They got me in and placed another IV catheter and pain medication. Morphine wasn't even cutting it. I was taken to have a CT scan and it was determined that I have a perforation to my uterus, and was full of blood/puss.

I was admitted for 3 days and placed on 2 IV antibiotics that was given to me twice daily.

I went home on Sunday with minimal bleeding. Only to return to the hospital on Tuesday for heavy bleeding.

Doctor said it was normal, had an ultrasound and it was still determined that I was full of "shit". Placed on two antibiotics and told to go to my regular OBGYN.

Called the office and got in to see her on Wednesday. She couldn't believe it, said that "maybe" something happened by my c-section scar. Did examination again. She felt okay with her findings and wanted me to continue on the antibiotics for 4 weeks total.

Woke up in the middle of the night with my head in the bucket vomiting violently. Called her Thursday to discuss my concerns with how large of a dosage of antibiotics I am on and that I am sick as a dog. She called in a prescription of Zo*fran.

I am hoping to be on the mend now. I just feel queasy if I don't take the nausea medication first.

Overall though, very thankful to still have my girl bits in place. Nothing is supposed to be harmful long term. I can still get pregnant. And I am looking forward to that at some point. :)

In a nut shell, life at the moment has been so crazy. Hoping for it to settle soon!

Changes Part II

So, where was I? Oh yes right, snow…. We have had far to much snow these past few weeks and lots of snow days to add to the mixture. Snow days for the kids along with me missing work to stay home with the kids. Things at my work have been rather crazy in that there has been a lot of tit for tat, he said she said kind of thing. My boss for the most part is pretty easy, but with my last pregnancy she had a difficult time understanding it all. So much so that when I was ready to come back, I didn't know if I would have a job to go back to. After a lot of tears and wondering I did go back but not 8 weeks from my delivery date but 12 weeks. She had hired someone else right before I went out of work and I think that lady was supposed to take over my position. I think she might have made herself out to be better than she actually was, so when I came back things kind of fell back into place as they were before I even left. Lately though, I have had a feeling that this said woman was trying really hard to get rid of me. It has all felt like the game of Sur*vivor. Who can outwit, outlast, and outplay one another. I love to watch that show, but I would make a bad player. I hate to lie, and I certainly am a paranoid person, always wondering if someone is talking about me or doesn't like me. So, over that last few weeks things have been going down hill. Last Thursday was the boiling point, and my boss had, had enough. She fired such woman, and it was a day from h e double l! I went home that day stressed to my eye balls wondering what was in store. Unfortunately I don't work Fridays so I had to go through the weekend wondering what really happened over the weekend. I cried buckets on Friday wondering what I should do. I started checking the Internet for new jobs, looking into school. What avenue would I ultimately take? I placed a call to a school to check out the Med. Assistant program, and went to the school on Saturday with my parents while M stayed home with the kids. I thought it might be a good choice but after talking with my Mom, my ultimate goal has always been to become a Reg. Nurse. I either want to work in Labor and Delivery or the NICU. I have begun the process to get myself going, and get back into the swing of things. I dug out my diploma and looked up my GPA. I was astonished to realize that I maintained a 3.97 grade point average and graduated with honors, and was in the honor society. I also put myself out there and sent my resume to a local center where M and I began the long journey to become parents. They are looking for a part time Assistant to schedule appointments for their AI program. Right up my alley. I got that call yesterday, and had my phone interview with the woman who runs the program. It went well, and she wants me to come in to have my formal interview next Thursday, only problem, I thought the position was just part time, it was told to me that in fact it is part time, but temporary since the person whom usually has the position is out on Medical leave. I don't know what to do now, I would love to still go for the interview just so I can get my feet wet, and talk with her that if something comes up sometime to give me a call. But to travel an hour away from my work to go to this said interview, pay for parking just to say that, has me once again questioning my decision. I can not take a temporary job, not now, not ever. So what should I do? What would you do? Any thoughts would be appreciated.