An overshare, be warned.

It seems like my body is going on strike.

The latest malady?

Hemorrhoids. (I warned you)

Excruciating pain since Friday. I’m tired of complaining. Seriously. But, since this is my blog and I have been determined to continue to use it to organize my thoughts and feelings, I’m going to bitch. I have 42 followers right now(really? wow). It still blows my mind that so many people actually are interested enough in what I have to say to want to be notified when I post something new. Weird. Part of my brain feels guilty that I seem to be whining and complaining all the time about the various shit that has been going on lately. And then that thought is overridden with my promise to myself that no matter WHAT, this is my blog and the whole reason I write this stuff is so I can purge it now rather than blurting it out randomly at completely inappropriate venues… Like work for instance. So basically, I need to resign myself to the fact that I do come across as whiny sometimes often here, but I think I’d rather whine here then whine to my friends and family and drowning them with all my emotional anchors. I have a friend who does that. I love her to death and she has been my friend longer than anyone else except Terry. But she complains all the time. I’ll be the first person to admit that she has a lot of crap to deal with. She has 2 boys, her eldest is (high functioning) Autistic, Her younger with some behavior problems. She has some kind of autoimmune disease (I think it’s been diagnosed as RA but it isn’t exactly?) that requires her to be on chemotherapy at regular intervals. She’s got various other things going on and I realize that things are pretty shitty for her a lot of the time. But her life seems to revolve around this stuff. 85% of the stuff she posts on her wall on fb is about how horrible she feels or what latest thing she’s been diagnosed with or what new treatment she’s started that is sure to cause her all types of horrible side effects. Don’t get me wrong, she does a lot. She takes care of her kids, is involved with them and their activities more than I can claim and sells jewelry or Mary Kay or something of that nature. Oh, and she manages two blogs.

But she is completely obsessed with her health and seems to want everybody else to be too. I care what’s going on with her and I hope that she can find some relief for her problems, but it’s gotten to the point that I’m afraid to talk to her because all she talks about is how awful she is doing. I don’t look for sympathy. I don’t want to feel like a victim. It bugs me when people tell me how “strong I am” for dealing with all this crap. I’m not, really, I just deal and I try not to complain. I don’t want to be recognized for just making it. I’d like to be recognized for my accomplishments. For the fact that I kick ass at my job or that my kids are turning out pretty cool (with the exception of an occasional hormonal meltdown). I don’t want to be self absorbed in all my own crap because honestly? I’d fucking drown. And I’d drown everyone around me too.

I don’t want to be so wrapped up in the drama in my own life that I forget other people have drama of their own. I recall my friend calling me in the midst of our fertility treatment hell, when I had just finished my 3rd cycle of hormones. She said hello… The, without any preamble, asked “If I took a pregnancy test and it came out positive, is it possible it could be wrong?” No question as to how we were doing, or how much I was longing to see that precious second blue line. No thought that it might actually be hurtful to me for her to share with me out of all her friends that she might be pregnant with a guy she had known 6 months when she has her tubes tied. And I didn’t complain, or berate her, or even bring up the fact that it grated me to the core that she could possibly be pregnant with her tubes tied when The Zen Master and myself had been trying desperately with surgery, hormone treatments and more pregnancy tests I’d care to admit paying for. Nope, just gave her some friendly advice (through gritted teeth) and told her to try another test. She wasn’t pregnant by the way… And now, every time I talk to her, while she does ask me how I’m doing, every time I discuss anything having to do with any of my issues, she interjects with something related that’s wrong with her and proceeds to go on with how much worse off than me she is. Not specifically, just elaborating on her symptoms and how much harder they are to deal with than mine. Like it’s a competition on who can be in worse health.

So I don’t want to come across like that. At all.

That being said, I’m not posting this on fb, but since most of the people reading this don’t know me personally anyways…

I hurt. A Lot. I’ve had hemorrhoids on and off since I had Princess Punk. Child birth, years of morbid obesity, bowel issues from bariatric surgery, another child birth… Not surprising. They’re usually not a big deal. Itchy, uncomfortable, sometimes a little painful but this time? I’ve stayed home from work for two days. I have an extremely important meeting on Wednesday which I have to reschedule because even if I do make it into work, I’m not going to be capable of that level of brightness, concentration and focus that’s required for that particular task.

Walking to the bathroom at the moment requires assistance from The Zen Master. Getting up off the toilet last night actually left me almost hysterical and throwing up from the intensity of the pain. I then laid in my bed weeping for a few minutes until The Zen Master helped me maneuver into a position where I could apply a hot water bottle to the… affected area.I’m spending most of my time in bed at the moment. I can’t even pick up The Peach. Went to the doctor (actually, he was a nurse) who examined me and said, “Yup, there’s the monster right there.” The he poked it. Nice. It’s icky. It’s absolutely humiliating. I had no clue it could hurt this bad. It’s apparently swelling and (in the words of the nurse) not quite thrombosed, meaning the blood vessel has gotten so inflamed it actually cuts off circulation and creates a blood clot which has to be… um… removed. Like with a scalpel. Ew.

So he gave me some kind of xtra strong steroidal cream and advised me to take warm baths and avoid direct pressure. Because he wants to avoid surgery. Yeah, me too.

So right now? fairly incapacitated. In bed being waited on by The Zen Master and Princess Punk and trying to occasionally shirt positions without bursting into tears.

Praying this resolves or at least improves some by tomorrow, I can’t afford to lose any more sick time.

Done whining.

For the moment at  least.

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2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. coffeepoweredmom
    Nov 06, 2012 @ 14:28:45

    I hope you feel better!!!

    Reply

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