Indulge me for a moment while I tell you what’s been going on in my life these last two months. In August, I began feeling less than wonderful. I was tired and ill (not as in mean, though my husband may disagree, but as in not feeling well), and I feared that I might be pregnant again. (Yes Mom, I said feared; I’m not quite ready for a second Nut.) So, after much complaining, I went to the doctor. Turns out I have mono and apparently have had it for quite some time. Well, that definitely explains the tiredness. One night two weeks later I began experiencing a stabbing pain, much like a contraction. (I have quite a few pregnancy connections.) I journey to the emergency room only to discover that I have passed a kidney stone. Lovely! Also during this time I meet with a gastroenterologist who proclaims that I have irritable bowel syndrome, to which I translate as, “I’m not really sure why you’re having constant stomach pains.”
Well, some time passes and I begin to feel great again. As a reward, my husband and I take what we hope to be like a second honeymoon- a cruise. It was going to be wonderful! I boarded the ship (childless by the way…a week with zero responsibility) and I was giddy, like a kid in a candy shop. The first two days were amazing! We laughed, played Bingo, and tanned by the pool. And then Monday hit and I was sick. Not sea sick. “Chop my head off because it hurts so bad” sick. For the next two days, I would see the doctor and nurses in the infirmary more than the poolside waiters.
Thursday morning, the day of debarkation, couldn’t come soon enough. I visited my doctor and learned that my mono is still hanging on and I have viral meningitis. It’s not deadly, just a pain in the neck! (No pun intended.) I am slowly recovering and hope to be myself again soon.
I titled this blog “Bad Takes On Good” but I’ve yet to mention anything good. Here’s the good. A couple of weeks ago, a package was delivered to our house addressed to me from Belk. Upon opening, I found 12 five-piece place settings of lovely flatware. My step-dad had received a phone call a couple of days earlier from a Belk store saying that the package had been sitting there for a couple of years and was never mailed. It seems that it was a wedding present. So, my step-dad gave them my address and now I have this wonderful gift. Curious though, there wasn’t a card. Not a single piece of evidence that would reveal to me who sent this rather extravagant gift. I am bothered in knowing that some kind and generous person is cursing my name for having never received a proper “Thank you” from me. Any takers?
And in other good news…my cholesterol is quite desirable at 122!
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