Not exactly how I imagined turning 40 to be.
It's been four weeks since I endured the most painful three hours. It was worse than actual labor simply because I didn't know if it was ever going to end. I woke up feeling great, accepted a subbing job at the high school, and went to the early morning Seminary morningside. Towards the end I started getting a side ache and feeling nauseous. I was hoping I just needed to sit differently or stand. I ended up at the high school but lasted only 10 minutes before I had to call it quits. I was certain that going home to lie down would definitely help.
Nothing helped. I couldn't relieve the pain no matter what position I was in. I self-diagnosed myself as I groaned and writhed on the floor. I was about 10 minutes away from being whisked away to the emergency room when either the Loritab I took finally kicked in or that stone made its way to my bladder. Whatever caused the pain to subside, I knew I didn't want to move from the floor and ended up napping a little.
Later at my appointment with the PA, he confirmed that I most likely had a kidney stone. He prescribed more Loritab and I faithfully carry them with me. It scares me to think about being caught unawares again without them.
However, my birthday itself was fantastic. It began a little early in February when I was sitting at my desk at the end of a subbing day, catching up on stuff. I noticed my sister's van drive up and wondered if there was a party happening that I was unaware of.
It was a heist and I was the prize. I was whisked away on a girls-night-out party.
Mexican for dinner.
Dance party at Angie's.
DI shopping the next day.
My mom and sisters and daughters are the best. They sure know how to make a girl feel loved.
Good things
vegetable garden
flowers in my pots
crickets
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