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Congratulations! You've reached a new level of Hell!
Saturday, 19 February 2011 00:11So much for that optimism that 2011 was going to start on a better note.
I came into it with high hopes--I was feeling great, recovering from semester-ending surgery, ready to go back to school, having a couple of great Januarymas weekends with friends...all good stuff.
However, the Universe decided again that we can't have nice things. Suddenly, a wave of health problems hit various members of April's family.
Two people that my stepdad's known seemingly forever pass away one right after the other, and then our family dog of 13 years has to be put down.
Three weeks into my semester, I find out that I've stopped healing, and might be heading toward a relapse. The surgeon wants to do exploratory surgery to find out why--I think it's the total stress of full time work, half time school, barely any rest, and eating garbage that's caused me to stop healing. He orders a test on me to see if there's any active Crohn's going on. I'm put back onto the antibiotics.
I come to the painful realization that I may have jumped the gun in returning to school, and force myself to withdraw so that I can focus on getting completely better. Despite knowing that I did the right thing, I feel like I wasted an entire year and added $6,000 to my loan debt for absolutely nothing.
Have my test at the hospital, which leaves me exhausted and shitting white. Mmmm. Barium.
And finally, tonight, after my friend Nick gets here, we get one more middle finger--the car refuses to start. Dead. No warning at all.
All right, Universe. Enough. I can't even have the joy of having some manner of alcohol, because drinking that while on these meds means projectile vomiting. SO GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME AND MINE.
I need sleep. Lots and lots of sleep.
I came into it with high hopes--I was feeling great, recovering from semester-ending surgery, ready to go back to school, having a couple of great Januarymas weekends with friends...all good stuff.
However, the Universe decided again that we can't have nice things. Suddenly, a wave of health problems hit various members of April's family.
Two people that my stepdad's known seemingly forever pass away one right after the other, and then our family dog of 13 years has to be put down.
Three weeks into my semester, I find out that I've stopped healing, and might be heading toward a relapse. The surgeon wants to do exploratory surgery to find out why--I think it's the total stress of full time work, half time school, barely any rest, and eating garbage that's caused me to stop healing. He orders a test on me to see if there's any active Crohn's going on. I'm put back onto the antibiotics.
I come to the painful realization that I may have jumped the gun in returning to school, and force myself to withdraw so that I can focus on getting completely better. Despite knowing that I did the right thing, I feel like I wasted an entire year and added $6,000 to my loan debt for absolutely nothing.
Have my test at the hospital, which leaves me exhausted and shitting white. Mmmm. Barium.
And finally, tonight, after my friend Nick gets here, we get one more middle finger--the car refuses to start. Dead. No warning at all.
All right, Universe. Enough. I can't even have the joy of having some manner of alcohol, because drinking that while on these meds means projectile vomiting. SO GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME AND MINE.
I need sleep. Lots and lots of sleep.
