I was hanging out last Monday evening thinking that life had been a bit boring…that our life had fallen into a sort of rut and that nothing eventful had been happening.
So, after working all day at another part-time job that I picked up to try and get our financial situation on an even keel, I suddenly felt a couple of sharp stabbing pains in my lower abdomen. They quickly went away. No big deal, right? By 10:00, I just didn’t feel too great. I headed off to bed.
Two hours later and I am starting to throw up. And have cramps across my mid-abdomen.
Let’s fast forward through the next couple of hours. (I wish I could have). Emergency room, abdominal hernia, intestines where they aren’t supposed to be, incarcerated colon, diverticulitis and a mightily impressive white blood cell count that bordered on septic.
Five days and one surgery later, I am back home and doing okay. I’m resting and walking and trying not to think about the medical bills that will soon come rolling in.
My mantra – All shall be well…
There’s probably more that I could write, but I hear the recliner calling my name. I’m not really moving forward in any discernible direction right now, but I am trying to stay positive.
Let’s just say that I haven’t given up.
Visual artist playing with collage, assemblage and whatever else I imagine. Homemaker and homeschooling Mom of four children aged 10 to 24. Ready to fully embrace life and leave regret and fear behind. Each new day is an opportunity to love, create and live with intention...