So I have have quite a bit of catching up to do–you might wanna grab some popcorn and get settled in.
For most of October, I had been having some really annoying foot and leg pain. Initially, I chalked it up to fibromyalgia but as it got worse and worse, I decided to go to the doctor to see why it was so bad. So on November 2, I marched my little happy, gimpy self to the doctors office. Without even glancing at my foot, which was swollen and splotchy looking by this point, she also pronounced it a fibro sort of issue and told me to return if it was still hurting in a week. So I went to work that night. Luckily, my bestie Desi was working with me, since the pain in my leg and foot got progressively worse as the night went on, making me essentially useless all night. By the time I was off work, I was sobbing in pain and it felt like my foot was full of broken glass. By the next morning, my foot looked and felt even worse. I actually handle pain fairly well, but it was getting to the point where I just couldn’t take it anymore. There was no way in hell I would be able to work that night, so I had Virginia take me to the ER. Within a very short amount of time, they informed me that I had a blood clot in my leg–a big one. They shipped me off to Cedar Rapids in an ambulance, which was decidedly less fascinating than I would have anticipated. All I cared about, of course, was the fact that they had started giving me pain meds so my leg/foot stopped feeling like they were going to murder the rest of me. Things become a bit hazy for me after the ambulance ride, to be honest. I know I had to have a clot-busting procedure and that my sis drove all the way from Illinois and it seemed like lots of people came to visit and then I had to have a surgery because there was a complication called compartment syndrome. Later, I discovered that the surgery left me with big ol open incisions on each side of my leg, which was actually pretty gruesomely intriguing and I would totally post the pics but I think they’d probably ick most people out. So then I had another surgery to close the incisions and then they shipped me off to rehab a few days after that. All told, I was in the hospital for, like, 19 days. It was…tough. I did find out that I came dangerously close to losing my leg and that I actually had one big blood clot that stretched roughly from my knee to my foot and a couple little clots elsewhere (can’t remember where). I did get out of the hospital in time for Thanksgiving, which was good. I’m still doing physical therapy 2 times a week, have to use a walker, can’t drive, can’t work, etc. No idea when any of that will change, though I might be able to ditch the walker soon!
Shortly after I got out of the hospital, my beloved great uncle Harlan took a turn for the worse. Within no time at all, he was gone. I was devastated, as was my whole family. Harlan was an amazing man. He was the sort that had no qualms about ‘babysitting’ my little cousins babydolls or playing games or letting my cousins color his hair with bright colored hair chalk stuff. I wrote a poem about him and how very special he was to me. If I can find a way to post it on here, I will. He was my ‘nice old guy’ and I was his ‘lost kid’ and I will miss him and love him forever.
One last thing to share, and it is so unbelievably hard. On December 1st, I had to have Dart put to sleep. My furry baby boy, my one source of completely unconditional love, is gone. I still cry a lot. I miss him so much. I had him for over 15 years, and he will have a piece of my heart forever.
I got to spend the whole day with Dany and Caron Saturday, which was pretty awesome. Dany painted my nails for me and we played old school Nintendo Duck Hunt and Mario Bros, which was also awesome except Dany got irked at me because I took too long to die when we were playing 2 player on Mario. And I met their dog, Cujo, and, after about 30 minutes of barking and growling at me, we made friends. I think I forgot to mention that my surgeon thinks I may have done permanent nerve damage to my foot due to the blood clot blocking blood flow and whatnot. Oh, and they also diagnosed me with diabetes too. So I had to deal with that whole ‘no more choco-holic days for you lady’ and losing Mt. Dew, my darn near lifelong addiction, but I have lost, like 50 pounds, so there’s that. Also, I have to give a huge shout-out to my Asbys and Robbie for all their help during all this–no way would I have made it through this without you guys! And to my sis for driving here to be with me when I was in the ICU–I can’t express how much that meant to me. And Rae and Virginia and Ron, who visited me in the hospital pretty much every day or two, which helped more than you know. And Desi and Colten and Chelsie for visiting and bringing gifts and cheering me up. And Caron and Dany for visiting and bringing gossip and giggles. I’m pretty sure I’ve officially been ‘let go’ from my job now. Doesn’t it seem unfair that I now have diabetic nerve pain, on top of everything else? On a good note, my new doctor is AWESOME!