Today is my 36th birthday. Early on I was feeling ok but suddenly the birthday blues invaded me.
I feel unaccomplished, financially destitute, childless, and lonely as fuck. Did I mention that I have gained weight? I’m pretty sure ALL this fuckery is my creation though. I guess my new year’s resolution is to have a less shitty life.
The powerball is $500 million tonight. Maybe I’ll be the lucky winner. 😀
I hope everyone had a Merry Christmas.
So I got my ultrasound results. Here are some of the notes regarding these damn fibroids:
“A fundal subserosal fibroid measures 4.2 x 3.9 x 3.5 cm. A fundal fibroid anteriorly measures 2.1 x1.2 x 2.1 cm. A large fibroid to the left side measures 7 x 5 x 5.2 cm…”
So I basically have fibroids the size of a plum, grape, and baseball!
And since my last ultrasound in January 2014, my fibroids have doubled in size!
I did some research online and discovered that fiborids feed off estrogen. Those birth control pills more than likely supercharged these damn fibroids!
Oh Lawd! I gotta clutch my imaginary pearls for this one!
I had a pre-op appointment scheduled last week but I was so nervous that I locked my keys in my car and missed my appointment. Now I have to wait until the January 8th–2 days after my 36th birthday–to discuss surgical options. Hopefully my iron levels are high enough to get this surgery over and done with before the spring semester starts.
Anywho, poetry books comfort me so! If any of you would like to send me books to read as I recover from my upcoming surgery, please take a looky look at my Amazon Wishlist. No pressure. I’m not too proud to receive used copies y’all.