So if you’re still following my blog – and I hope you are, please say you are! – you’ve probably noticed that I went a little MIA in November. While I’m pretty certain November was a crappy month for just about everyone I know, I had a really crappy November. Like… very nearly threw in the towel on blogging, Twittering, Selective Collective (sorry ladies!), reading… all the things that I truly love.
I know I’ve mentioned my depression before (you can read that post here) but I really thought I had it under control. However, I didn’t see a lot of things coming last month and it was one bad thing after the other that kept me down until I finally broke.
And by break I mean going to my parents’ house and bawling in my mom’s arms.
While I’m not too secretive on my blog about myself, I don’t really want to share the majority of what all happened in November here because… well… I’ve moved past them, resolved problems, healed, etc. However, what I am going to share is the thing that broke me and caused me to go running into my mom’s arms – seriously, my mom is the best.
I had a lady doctor’s appointment the week before Thanksgiving, which led to me having to have an ultra sound which led to my doctor saying “Let’s talk about your baby plans.”
Uh… do whatta? I have a HUGE fear of not being able to have babies anyway and being a defective woman and no man wants a defective woman who can’t give him babies (yes, I mentally live in Biblical times), so hearing that there may be issues with my ability to have a baby was… well it wasn’t good.
So, long story short, I had to make the decision to do a series of injections to reduce the problem and then have surgery to fix it or have the surgery now to fix it. Me being me decided “Let’s do this!”
I’m having surgery next Wednesday (12/11). I’m a little scared. And by a little scared I mean terrified beyond my wildest imaginations. Hunger Games terrified.
But I’m also excited. My recovery is going to take at least four weeks. FOUR WEEKS PEOPLE! This is a month of being off work, while being paid thanks to my lovely short-term disability, to a) not work, b) not have to put up with my new boss who is the biggest stressor in my life right now, and c) relax, recuperate, rejuvenate, and read. It also means I get to be babied and waited on for a week or so… which I’m totally looking forward to. 😉
While this is a scary moment in my life, I think maybe it’s a blessing in disguise. It’s giving me a chance to rediscover the things I love, to take a break from the things I don’t, and to get back into blogging, reading, writing, and generally reconnecting with all the people I love!