Recovery, cont.

I thought the pain would be going away more by today, but no luck. I feel like I've been stabbed with a dull iron rod through my bellybutton. If I am perfectly still, I feel okay. Otherwise, I feel like I can't get the invisible rod out of my belly.

A really weird thing happened today, too. After taking a shower, I got very nauseous and turned an interesting shade of whitish gray and got dizzy. I promptly went to bed and started to sweat like mad--dripping sweat. The episode only lasted a few minutes, but I have never felt like this before. I don't know why it happened and it has not happened again. Maybe I stood up too fast.

After visiting the doctor's office I had a little lunch and then got my hair cut (just the dry ends trimmed off) by a girl named Holly as part of my "getting well" treatment. I've known Holly for a couple of years and she graduated from beauty school at the beginning of the year. She took a lot of care and did a good job.

After a nap, I got online to find out a little more about my condition. My doctor is very nice and uses very nice words sometimes and medical words I do not hear everyday. I researched the things I was told and found that I actually had two tumors (benign, thankfully) that were removed in my lower abdomen, not just "blister things" like I was telling everyone else (the doctor did not tell me I had blisters--I said that because that is how I interpreted what I was told). The tumors were pushing up against other organs in my tummy, therefore causing a lot of pain and nausea along with the other scaring and lesions found.

Wow...2 tumors...no wonder I was in so much pain. And it only took a month and a half and 2 appendicitis scares to figure it out.




Pet Peeve of the Day: The neighbor's cigarette smoke stinking up my house.

My Tummy Hurts

Yeah...I really have nothing better to blog about. My week has been kind of boring, aside from the fascinating conversation I had with some teens about giant lemurs.

Really, the only thing going on is that my tummy hurts and it feels like I got punched in the belly button. I called the doctor (because Kyle thinks it might be more serious than I think it is) and the receptionist kind of freaked out after I told her about the pain. Then the doctor's assistant, who is very lovely, told me that I needed to see the doctor, but all the doctors in the clinics are super busy. She managed to squeeze me in on Friday.

Well, all I can say is that I am way too busy to have anything serious, like appendicitis. I have groups to teach and paperwork to fill out and a youth group who is starting their own clothing line and ... You get the idea. I guess time will tell if I should have worried about this. But in the meantime, I am annoyed by this tummy nonsense.

I think this comic strip is funny because I am a mix of both characters...but I am more like Poncho.