Missing in Action

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Sorry, I've been M.I.A.

My excuses are legit though. Although I only want to report on the pretty everyday things, I really want to share what's been going on over here in the ohheychrisi blogosphere. 

February...Well, actually all of 2013 has been rough on my body. Starting in September 2012, I was hospitalized for ovarian cysts which I've never had before. Yes, I've always been plagued with horrendous monthly cramps; you know, those ones that leave you in the fetal position at 3 a.m. waiting for the tylanol to kick in and the heating pad to warm up? Yeah, those ones. But, I've never experienced this new pain. Each month, I'd go through a jarring realization that my belly would grow and shrink depending on if the cysts would burst or just leave me in a constant state of pain.
(Uh, I'm sorry I know this isn't painting a pretty picture)
Finally in the middle of February, my stomach extended so large that I actually looked like I was 3 months pregnant. The pain and stretching that I felt in my body couldn't be overlooked any longer. My OB/GYN took one look at me and sent me directly to Chester County Hospital. I was admitted right away on Thursday morning (Feb. 21) and after getting tons of tests, blood work, ultra sounds, etc. I was basically left with surgery as my only option.

I was completely terrified of surgery. I'm not even lying when I say I'm 25 and have never even had my wisdom teeth out because of this crazy fear... but the pain was immense and knowing that there were 3 melon sized cysts just hanging out in my abdomen, I was left with no other choice.
Surgery took place on Friday.
It was quite complicated because I learned that I was anemic, so the blood was pumping into the cysts which made them bigger and bigger and left little healthy blood cells to give me energy on any given day. The sheer size of the cysts (melons, people) were so heavy that they split one of my ovaries which in turn became infected, thus infecting my fillopian tubes (hence the fevers I've had daily for over a week). That's not all, the cysts were taking up so much room, they had nowhere else to grow so they started attaching themselves on my bowels....which they had to scrape off.

Sorry if you're squeamish.
Although the first few days were extremely tough with getting up and down, I'm so thankful for the surgeons and doctors/nurses that took care of me. I never in my life realized how much I really use my stomach muscles for! Even just laughing, sneezing, coughing would instantly make me break down in painful tears...
The lack of moving around affects your leg and booty muscles, heart and lungs. 

As I sit here at home, cuddled with my pup, I'm definitely antsy to get back to life; but through this entire ordeal I'm amazed by the outpouring of concern and love that I've received from my friends and family.
I'm on the mend and can't wait to get back to taking over the world!
stay fabulous.