I'm 22 today.
My wonderful boyfriend...
forgot my birthday.
Because he thought it was tomorrow.
I woke up at 3:00am this morning, stumbled out of bed and got a drink of water. I thought it was morning because of all of the light pollution in the area.
One of the coworkers that I work with has the same birthday two years prior.
I wore flowers in my hair.
Happy birthday to me.
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Catch Up
Goodness!
I sorely overestimated the amount of time I would have during the day in which to post in!
So, here I am, sorry for being so tardy with my update.
The newest new news is that my liver is back to normal!!! Also, my body is slowly healing. The not-so-nice news that accompanies this is that: I will get mono again. >sigh<
The second great news is that: I have been working at my new job for a few weeks now, and I'm having an amazing time! Every day is an adventure, and days like today were REALLY challenging, but they help me to grow in what I know how to do. (or learn what I don't know how to do)
My family reality:
The day after I was admitted to the ER I called Yakima to return a call I had gotten when I was asleep the previous evening. I talked with my brother for about 45 minutes and over the course of our conversation he mentioned some things that need prayer: depression is the main concern. He's a teen, going to be 15 this November and he doesn't have a stable peer group, or set of good role models surrounding him with support.
So, some slightly more severe topics were touched on, and I knew that I had to go and confront my mother with my brothers' reality. So I readied my things to leave to go there that Thursday. I called my mother on Wednesday night telling her I was coming the next morning. She freaked out and by the end of our conversation I was disowned. She does not wish to see me or hear from me or have me speaking to my brother.
In her twisted way she says I'm "using him" for information about the family, and she doesn't want me "influencing him" or "hurting him". She has effectively cut him off from people who care about him, and people he cares about. Isolation is not a healthy thing for a teenager.
In another note, I told my brother that I had mono when I talked to him, he told my mother and my mother told dad, and dad called me.
He asked me how I was, where I was, what I was doing, where I was working... and I asked him why he called. "He said because my mother told him"
No other reason.
It was a brick wall.
No truth was there, no seeking resolution, no trying to mend our relationship. just a silence like he was waiting for me to say something.
I had the decency to not hang up on him.
Its rather an odd mixture of feelings I'm experiencing right now, but for the most part it's simply a relief to know that there is hope for me yet.
I'm looking for housing, working, and I keep forgetting to buy vegetables.
That's pretty much it for now.
I sorely overestimated the amount of time I would have during the day in which to post in!
So, here I am, sorry for being so tardy with my update.
The newest new news is that my liver is back to normal!!! Also, my body is slowly healing. The not-so-nice news that accompanies this is that: I will get mono again. >sigh<
The second great news is that: I have been working at my new job for a few weeks now, and I'm having an amazing time! Every day is an adventure, and days like today were REALLY challenging, but they help me to grow in what I know how to do. (or learn what I don't know how to do)
My family reality:
The day after I was admitted to the ER I called Yakima to return a call I had gotten when I was asleep the previous evening. I talked with my brother for about 45 minutes and over the course of our conversation he mentioned some things that need prayer: depression is the main concern. He's a teen, going to be 15 this November and he doesn't have a stable peer group, or set of good role models surrounding him with support.
So, some slightly more severe topics were touched on, and I knew that I had to go and confront my mother with my brothers' reality. So I readied my things to leave to go there that Thursday. I called my mother on Wednesday night telling her I was coming the next morning. She freaked out and by the end of our conversation I was disowned. She does not wish to see me or hear from me or have me speaking to my brother.
In her twisted way she says I'm "using him" for information about the family, and she doesn't want me "influencing him" or "hurting him". She has effectively cut him off from people who care about him, and people he cares about. Isolation is not a healthy thing for a teenager.
In another note, I told my brother that I had mono when I talked to him, he told my mother and my mother told dad, and dad called me.
He asked me how I was, where I was, what I was doing, where I was working... and I asked him why he called. "He said because my mother told him"
No other reason.
It was a brick wall.
No truth was there, no seeking resolution, no trying to mend our relationship. just a silence like he was waiting for me to say something.
I had the decency to not hang up on him.
Its rather an odd mixture of feelings I'm experiencing right now, but for the most part it's simply a relief to know that there is hope for me yet.
I'm looking for housing, working, and I keep forgetting to buy vegetables.
That's pretty much it for now.
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
My Trip to the ER
Well,
Yesterday started at about 1:00am I woke up and I was extremely dizzy and I stood up to go and do something, but I can't remember what it was. So, I lay back down. I remember my abdomen hurting, and being very dizzy. Eventually I fell back asleep. Waking up before my alarm went off a few hours later, I remember feeling like something wasn't quite right, and I remained dizzy with my guts hurting.
But I got ready to go to my first day of work, and just before I was about to leave, I received a call from my employer. I had left a message with them on Saturday concerning the fact that I was just diagnosed with mononucleosis. They told me to rest, and not come in. I'll be starting next week.
So I went back to my room and got dizzier and dizzier and eventually I didn't feel like I should safely stand up. So I realized that I needed to be checked out ASAP. I called around to see if anybody would be willing to give me a ride to the ER, one of my friends said, "Call 911", so I did. I am very glad that they came. They checked me out then asked me what I wanted to do. I said that I wanted to go to the Emergency Room, and they asked how I would get there. Then they offered me a ride, free of charge.
My first ambulance ride was interesting, being super dizzy it felt like we were moving in all sorts of directions, that we weren't actually moving in. There were several police cars outside of the entryway to the ER when we arrived, and as it turned out the hospital was the safest place to be at that time. There were some interesting patients in the ER, the one that didn't want to leave screamed a lot, and I got to hear it all. I wonder what would happen if the police were trained in how to properly work with mentally disabled patients... Or are they?
The doctor was in the room for about 5 minutes, asked me a bunch of questions, and felt my abdomen for anything out of the ordinary. Then she disappeared. The nurse came in later with a drug that she was going to give me in the IV that they had inserted in my arm. I asked her what it was and she said it was an anti-nausea medication! That was great, except for the fact that I wasn't nauseous.
So I asked her to see the print-out of the drug before she gave it to me, and she went to print it out. After reading the first page I found out that it was an anti-nausea medication that they usually give orally to chemotherapy patients before they go into surgery. It was also a serotonin blocker in the neurons, which would help act as an anti-depressant. So not only would I be no longer "nauseous", but I'd be 'happy about it.'
That reminds me of that line in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban that Ron says when reading Harry's tea-leaves.
So i declined the medication and the nurse didn't mind in the slightest.
I was taken in for an ultrasound to see what my organs were doing, the lady helping me had a delightful sense of humor and we talked about all sorts of things. It was nice to see the people helping me respond with a smile when I made an intelligent joke.
What they found was that my spleen was "slightly enlarged" my liver enzymes were up, and that I had gallstones. But I already knew the first two, and since the third notification doesn't affect me in the slightest, I learned nothing new.
>sigh< and I got a prescription for an anti-nausea medication, that I will not be filling.
I told people in the hospital at least five different times that I was not nauseous. I don't think they believed me.
They referred me to see my regular doctor, and a gastroentinologist. I see my regular doctor on Friday.
My sweetie gave me a ride home and not long after returning, I fell asleep.
That was my trip to the ER.
On a side note, my absolutely very-least-favorite physical experience ever is not having needles poked into me, but it's when they are taken out that's the problem. It's worse than chewing tin-foil.
Yesterday started at about 1:00am I woke up and I was extremely dizzy and I stood up to go and do something, but I can't remember what it was. So, I lay back down. I remember my abdomen hurting, and being very dizzy. Eventually I fell back asleep. Waking up before my alarm went off a few hours later, I remember feeling like something wasn't quite right, and I remained dizzy with my guts hurting.
But I got ready to go to my first day of work, and just before I was about to leave, I received a call from my employer. I had left a message with them on Saturday concerning the fact that I was just diagnosed with mononucleosis. They told me to rest, and not come in. I'll be starting next week.
So I went back to my room and got dizzier and dizzier and eventually I didn't feel like I should safely stand up. So I realized that I needed to be checked out ASAP. I called around to see if anybody would be willing to give me a ride to the ER, one of my friends said, "Call 911", so I did. I am very glad that they came. They checked me out then asked me what I wanted to do. I said that I wanted to go to the Emergency Room, and they asked how I would get there. Then they offered me a ride, free of charge.
My first ambulance ride was interesting, being super dizzy it felt like we were moving in all sorts of directions, that we weren't actually moving in. There were several police cars outside of the entryway to the ER when we arrived, and as it turned out the hospital was the safest place to be at that time. There were some interesting patients in the ER, the one that didn't want to leave screamed a lot, and I got to hear it all. I wonder what would happen if the police were trained in how to properly work with mentally disabled patients... Or are they?
The doctor was in the room for about 5 minutes, asked me a bunch of questions, and felt my abdomen for anything out of the ordinary. Then she disappeared. The nurse came in later with a drug that she was going to give me in the IV that they had inserted in my arm. I asked her what it was and she said it was an anti-nausea medication! That was great, except for the fact that I wasn't nauseous.
So I asked her to see the print-out of the drug before she gave it to me, and she went to print it out. After reading the first page I found out that it was an anti-nausea medication that they usually give orally to chemotherapy patients before they go into surgery. It was also a serotonin blocker in the neurons, which would help act as an anti-depressant. So not only would I be no longer "nauseous", but I'd be 'happy about it.'
That reminds me of that line in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban that Ron says when reading Harry's tea-leaves.
So i declined the medication and the nurse didn't mind in the slightest.
I was taken in for an ultrasound to see what my organs were doing, the lady helping me had a delightful sense of humor and we talked about all sorts of things. It was nice to see the people helping me respond with a smile when I made an intelligent joke.
What they found was that my spleen was "slightly enlarged" my liver enzymes were up, and that I had gallstones. But I already knew the first two, and since the third notification doesn't affect me in the slightest, I learned nothing new.
>sigh< and I got a prescription for an anti-nausea medication, that I will not be filling.
I told people in the hospital at least five different times that I was not nauseous. I don't think they believed me.
They referred me to see my regular doctor, and a gastroentinologist. I see my regular doctor on Friday.
My sweetie gave me a ride home and not long after returning, I fell asleep.
That was my trip to the ER.
On a side note, my absolutely very-least-favorite physical experience ever is not having needles poked into me, but it's when they are taken out that's the problem. It's worse than chewing tin-foil.
Monday, March 26, 2012
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Everything Falls Into Place
I saw the doctor yesterday,
aaand after numerous multiple tests to see what was going on with my liver it came down to two, and it turns out that:
I have mono.
This explains an awful lot as the symptoms are ALL consistent with what I have been experiencing:
aaand after numerous multiple tests to see what was going on with my liver it came down to two, and it turns out that:
I have mono.
This explains an awful lot as the symptoms are ALL consistent with what I have been experiencing:
- Fatigue
- Respiratory infection(s)
- Loss of appetite
- increase in liver enzyme
- etc...
So, what do I do now?
- Stay away from large crowds
- and subsequent risk of further infection (the flu just came to Seattle)
- Rest and stay hydrated
- Stay away from Tylenol and Alcohol
DONE.
Although, I just got hired at a new job that starts Monday. An answer to prayer!!!! Keep praying!
God is so awesome!!!
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Health Concerns
Please be praying.
I'm going to be going through a battery of tests to see what's going on with my body. I had an initial blood-draw yesterday, and the results showed that there's something wrong in my liver. I'm really praying that it's not something severe, but one test seems to lead to another and a mountain of maladies seems to be accumulating. I know that there is a time for everything, but it's rather a shock right now to have everything pile up. Emotionally I just break down and can't really function, which is not helping my productivity in finding a job and housing.
Just wanted to get it out here.
I'm going to be going through a battery of tests to see what's going on with my body. I had an initial blood-draw yesterday, and the results showed that there's something wrong in my liver. I'm really praying that it's not something severe, but one test seems to lead to another and a mountain of maladies seems to be accumulating. I know that there is a time for everything, but it's rather a shock right now to have everything pile up. Emotionally I just break down and can't really function, which is not helping my productivity in finding a job and housing.
Just wanted to get it out here.
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Cough Medicine
I realize that I summarized in the absolutely most-quickest way possible the past two weeks what I have done. I'm still in a stupor and hopefully going to the doctor today. I missed the bus, because I was sleeping, and on a dream adventure, and SUPER dizzy. I couldn't really move if I had wanted to. I had made a new friend last week, and she lives in Tennessee. She also goes to school with my past-roommates-husbands'-brother. She is epic. We had great storytelling conversations, ate good food, and had many cups of tea, together and apart. One thing I appreciate throughout my life is how much tea plays a roll in my every-day life.
It really is the most fun kind of throat soother that I could ask for. It tastes far better than cough medicine, and I really do enjoy it much more. But don't get me wrong, cough medicine is good for helping you sleep when you have a terrible cold. It simply tastes horrible.
It really is the most fun kind of throat soother that I could ask for. It tastes far better than cough medicine, and I really do enjoy it much more. But don't get me wrong, cough medicine is good for helping you sleep when you have a terrible cold. It simply tastes horrible.
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