PICS
So... a whole month has passed since my last blog.
Many things have happened since but whatever they were, they don't seem important now.
The biggest thing has been the impossible pelvic pain I've been experiencing for a little over 2 years and got a lot worse on January 20th. I'm having an ultrasonography on the 22nd to determine if it's a pulled/torn muscle, a hernia or a hatching alien.
(This would explain a lot)
It's almost ironic, because less than a week ago I was making jokes with minimalism about getting a hernia from lifting a box he sent on the mail. Good thing I'm not religious because I might think it was divine retribution from making awful jokes.
(Just to clarify, I'm 100% sure I didn't get hurt from lifting the box -which wasn't that heavy to begin with. As wicked as it sounds, I apparently hurt myself while washing my son's hair.)
As it is, I don't even know which diagnostic would be worse, since I'd eventually need surgery for yet another abdominal condition (diastasis recti).
I always tell people my policy is to stay as far away from the OR as possible, and that's the truth: I'm terribly scared of medical procedures.
I can even tolerate the procedures, but having the scars as reminders just drives me nuts.
I just hope I'm good enough shape to attend to minimalism's party next week as there's people from all over the continent coming. I don't care if I have to sit in a corner, I don't want to miss it!
Many things have happened since but whatever they were, they don't seem important now.
The biggest thing has been the impossible pelvic pain I've been experiencing for a little over 2 years and got a lot worse on January 20th. I'm having an ultrasonography on the 22nd to determine if it's a pulled/torn muscle, a hernia or a hatching alien.
(This would explain a lot)
It's almost ironic, because less than a week ago I was making jokes with minimalism about getting a hernia from lifting a box he sent on the mail. Good thing I'm not religious because I might think it was divine retribution from making awful jokes.
(Just to clarify, I'm 100% sure I didn't get hurt from lifting the box -which wasn't that heavy to begin with. As wicked as it sounds, I apparently hurt myself while washing my son's hair.)
As it is, I don't even know which diagnostic would be worse, since I'd eventually need surgery for yet another abdominal condition (diastasis recti).
I always tell people my policy is to stay as far away from the OR as possible, and that's the truth: I'm terribly scared of medical procedures.
I can even tolerate the procedures, but having the scars as reminders just drives me nuts.
I just hope I'm good enough shape to attend to minimalism's party next week as there's people from all over the continent coming. I don't care if I have to sit in a corner, I don't want to miss it!
FEB 05, 2012 09:34 PM
I had a hernia and they suck big time. If I were you I would hope it's a hatching alien because that would probably hurt less.
I do hope that you're up and around for the party. It won't be the same without you.*
FEB 06, 2012 08:25 AM
No te puedo creer y yo que ya me estaba aprontando para apretujarte toda, ojalá te recuperes pronto si no pudieras ir a la fiesta vemos de vernos el sábado, ¿ta?
FEB 15, 2012 01:19 PM
FEB 22, 2012 09:07 AM
Thank you
