What’s up, guys?! How’s the family? How are you? Did you survive all of the awkward Holiday conversations relatively unscathed? I hope so.
So: It’s January, and despite the fact that the little box on the right side of the page claims that I am an “aspiring storyteller” I’ve barely written anything in months. In my defense, life has been pretty crazy for a while now. Usually, this is the part when I would start apologizing for my absence, hoping that you didn’t ask too many questions about what I was so busy doing, but not today! This is an update post! So without further ado, let the updating begin.
I Had A Surgery!
Last Spring, I started experiencing mysterious aches and pains across my lower back and abdomen. At first, I shrugged them off; that was an extremely busy time for my family, and there seemed to be a reason to get together every other week. I simply didn’t have time to think about whatever was going on with my body. I pushed my pain to the back of my mind and moved on.
But the pain got worse. It got so bad that I couldn’t ignore it any longer and I did the unthinkable: I typed my symptoms into WebMD. *Cue lightning here*
Needless to say, after reading about my symptoms on the internet and learning about all of the horrible things that could be wrong with me, I became concerned. By that, I mean that I became unshakably convinced that I was about to die.
But I didn’t die! After countless tests and doctor’s appointments where I was basically repeatedly told that I was crazy and that nothing was wrong with me, I was finally sent to a specialist for a second opinion. She ordered an ultrasound of my abdomen. That was when they discovered two growths, each about the size of a fist, on both of my ovaries.
My primary doctor stroked her chin contemplatively when the results came back. “Huh,” she said. “I guess there really was something going on with you!”
I definitely had to suppress an eye roll at that comment. But I’m not bitter: after the ultrasound, I had a CT scan to get a better read of the tumors. Thankfully, they weren’t cancerous, so the worst of my fears were discarded.
On November 17’th, I went in for surgery to remove the tumors in a procedure that was basically like a c-section. The first couple weeks after were a little rough- I had to take things really slow- but now, it barely feels like I had surgery at all! There have been several occasions where people have come up to me, asking how I’m doing in low, concerned tones and I’ve felt confused for a second before realizing Oh! Because of the surgery!
So yeah. Everything worked out in the end. My surgery went well, I didn’t have a mysterious, exotic disease, and I waked away from the whole thing with a pretty sweet scar.
The only downside is that occasionally, people I vaguely know will come up to me and ask, “Is everything ok with…” while gesturing wildly towards their vaginas. By that, they mean, “Did they take your ovaries away from you?” and I have to awkwardly mumble that no, my reproductive system is still in tact. But things could definitely be worse.
This is Dexter:
He used to be my aunt’s dog, but he lives with me and my family now. He’s pretty great.
Me and Dexter have a lot in common. We both enjoy lazing about the house, basking in sunshine and eating extravagant meals.
Me and Dexter are pretty tight, but sometimes we get on each other’s nerves. I get on his nerves by making up random songs about how cute he is and forcing him to listen to them while perched on my lap (Dexter likes to sit on laps, but only for a little bit. He needs to have his space).
He gets on my nerves by ignoring me when I talk to him; he always stops what he’s doing and looks up at me blankly for a couple seconds, like he’s deciding if what I’m asking of him is too much to bear. Then, he turns around and continues doing what he was doing before I interrupted him (Usually eating chunks of snow off the porch). In the moment, I usually feel overcome with frustration, but this never lasts. After all, Dexter is just trying to live his best life, and who am I to stand in his way?
Suffered an Early Quarter-Life Crisis and Reevaluated My Entire Life!
I’ve been writing about one day being a nurse for years on this blog. Last semester, I finally had the opportunity to actually apply for the nursing program. I was getting ready to join a TEAS test review class when it suddenly occurred to me: Huh. The idea of being a nurse fills me with disgust.
Well, that may be a little harsh. Nursing doesn’t fill me with disgust, it just doesn’t make me happy. It involves aspects of things that make me happy, like interacting/helping people and a busy work environment, but it just isn’t my passion.
Teaching is my passion. I’ve known that for years, but I’ve been trying to let go of that dream. Everyone in my family is in the healthcare field. It was just assumed that when I graduated high school, I would join them.
But I can’t.
I know it sounds cheesy, but I just can’t go down a career path that doesn’t make my heart sing! So I switched my major to education and got a tutoring job at my old middle school. The new semester hasn’t even begun yet, and I already feel better about my life. My mother approves, but still occasionally shakes her head at my decision, but I feel confident that I’ve made the right choice.
Here’s to making major life decisions that will almost certainly end in poverty!
On a less entertaining note, The loss of my aunt is something that completely changed me. For many months, it surrounded me like some kind of haze, clouding my vision and seeping into every aspect of my life. I don’t think that the death of a loved one is something you ever really get over, but I’m finally able to see a future beyond it. Now when I think of my aunt, I’m able to focus on something other than the hole her death left in my life. Instead, I think about all of the happiness that she brought into it, and all of the ways her presence changed me for the better. I’m still sad, but progress is happening!
I’m not exactly sure what changes the next coming months will bring, but I’m looking forward to welcoming them with open arms. I hope that you are, too 🙂