A small insight into my past couple of weeks:
- My mother had dark urine and, needless to say, that immediately put everyone in my family right back on their toes: what if she’s got cancer again? She went to our GP who sent her straight to the hospital for a series of check-ups. You know, just in case.
- As the anxiety levels were rising in our family, I remembered I also had an appointment in hospital myself. Remember my hormone-issues? Well, let’s just say I sort of chose to provoke them before they had a chance to pester me again unexpectedly. Result: tests and check-ups to see where my issues are stemming from.
- After several different (and futile) tests, my mother’s blood-in-urine-issues increased, also making her back and belly ache. Giant alarm clocks started ringing and I made her call her specialist, who immediately changed her final test and appointment from August 5th to July 1st. Why such a rush, my mind kept asking itself. What if she’s got cancer again?
- Monday came and went, and after a long day of stress, the question on everyone’s mind was negatively answered: no, it’s not cancer! ❤ My mother appeared to have a tiny kidney stone, and since no one had anything better to do, she was scheduled in to have it pulverised the next day.
- Tuesday came and went, but a little slower than Monday. If my mother seemed happy and vibrant even after the pulverisation of her kidney stone, she was the complete opposite after her painkillers wore off. I have NEVER in my life seen anyone in that much pain!! D: All the stories I ever heard of people with kidney stones dying of pure agony are true!
Turns out the pulverisation worked wonders, but the kidney stone parts coming loose were a little less magical. Worst part: nobody gave my mother strong painkillers to take home! Imagine my level of pissed-off-ness as I phoned the hospital while my mother kept busy with throwing out her dinner and being completely miserable.
After over an hour of phoning, being redirected and nearly threatening people, I managed to get some heavier painkillers for my mum than freaking paracetamole. Poor her. And yay me. I didn’t know I had it in me, but as it turns out I do have a bitch-switch. So be warned. I am not easy!
- After what’s probably the worst night in the history of my mother (luckily when I’m asleep I am ASLEEP) in which she spent more than one moment in the bathroom being sick and in agony again (with my dad comforting her), I had to go to hospital myself. The last time I was there, they did an internal ultrasound on my uterus, which I hadn’t been quite prepared for at the time, and after not finding anything due to my meds, they promised to redo the examination 3 months later. Which was now. Fully prepared, and with a huge feeling of reluctance hanging over me, I went back. After spending 20 minutes in the waiting area the doctor called me in. For a chat. I was back out again 5 minutes later, nothing done.
Strangely, this all gave me a familiar feeling of not being taken seriously and everyone just trying to get me on something hormonal again to stop my misery, but only temporarily. I felt upset. And I refuse to let this thing run that course again. So, I am going to do what my doctor told me to do, which is map out my complaints when they start again. And then I am going to moan and complain and bitch until she helps me decently. Remember that bitch-switch? I am happy I found I have it. Watch me bite your head off next time you try to help me by not helping me *growl*
And now my stress is leaving my body. I’ve been building it up inside for a while and now I can “relax”, I feel I am exhausted again, can’t find any sort of motivation to do anything, not even the fun things, and all I want to do is watch TV and eat chocolate.
Oh, by the way, I also apparently overstretched my groin by taking on a “daily 7 minute work-out challenge” as my monthly goal. Ouch! It’s not too bad, but raising my right leg up does make my groin sting, so I am advised to not work out and take my rest.
I blame the hormones. I bet they know what I’m up to and they’re gearing up for battle…
Anyway, that’s what’s been keeping me busy lately. This week, so far, I’ve done nothing productive! Due to holidays and vacations, I’ve only worked 2 days and the rest was just me, TV and chocolate. But I need it.
I need my time to build strength. Just now I did an eye-opening visualisation exercise and it did make some things extremely clear. And reading and binge-watching anything that moves on my dad’s new TV screen (it’s huge, but he needed it to “be able to read the subtitles”. Don’t ask.) has helped me clear my mind as to what I want with Heart to Follow. Do I want to stop blogging? Nope. Do I want to continue the way I am blogging now? Nope.
So changes are afoot. Again. But I think everything is going to be good and positive.
I hope you’re all doing wonderful and thank you for being patient with me, for so many times, for so long already. ❤ ❤