Thursday, October 15, 2015

I look how I feel

10/15/15

For those of you that keep telling me I look horrible and that I don't feel well, you have hit the nail on the head. Because I feel like I have been hit by a train and that train didn't even attempt to slow down. 

It all started 2 weeks after getting a cortisone injection in my toe for a bone bruise and a tumor that's all inflamed, that wasn't the most pleasant of things because needles shouldn't go into joints. 3 days later I ended up in the ER for bleeding from my lower intestines. Guys not just a little blood, I was questioning if I started my period but nope it was not it was just a lot of blood from other body parts. My period came 3 days later and it was the period from hell and I couldn't go more than 30min without being away from a bathroom. Once again so much blood. I then got the pleasure of experincing a colonoscopy 30 years early. That prep is no joke, but not as bad as I thought it would be, but then noting seems that bad when you feel like the main character from Stephen King's Carrie. During the prep, the vomiting of blood started. So that was a fun addition. Then the day of my colonoscopy came and I told the doctor about my adventures. He didn't seem too concerned. As I was being put to sleep I realized (for the 26th time) I realized that this is the best feeling in my life. To momentarily quit life and not have any worries at all as you drift off into a deep sleep and hope they don't kill you in the process. I have been working 1/2 days since the procedure and everyone keeps asking why I'm at work since I look horrible. When you have chorionic illnesses, you learn the best thing to do is get out of bed and get dressed every day. You always seem to feel worse if you stay in bed and in your pjs. Now I am living each day as I normall would with the exception of occasionally bleeding from strange places, extreme stomach cramping, vomiting, and now a fever. I am going to fake it until I make it and really would appreciate you all lying to me and telling me how pretty I am intead of telling me that I look like hell.