Today is my 28th birthday, and it has been both good and bad.
Good because my wonderful husband cooked an amazing dinner of boneless BBQ pork ribs, baked veggies, mashed potatoes, and store bought rolls. He also ordered a chocolate cake with white and purple icing, and Witchy themed decorations. Everything tasted amazing, the cake was perfect, and the day was an enjoyable family event with just us and the girls.
Our family has trouble waiting to give gifts on the correct date, so I got one of my favorite movies Hocus Pocus, and two Monster High dolls ahead of time, but they are awesome, so they counted. I got birthday wishes from everyone online, and some texts wishing the same, thankfully none before 8 am. I have gotten cuddles from my girls, gotten to watch a little bit of “grown-up” movie, and some cuddling with my husband too.
The bad or less fortunate is that I am sick. I spent several days (since Saturday) with belly pain, indigestion, cramps, dry heaves, and nausea. I headed into the ER yesterday because I felt as though I was coming down with Strep Throat on top of everything else, but the belly pain kicked into high gear while waiting to be seen, and I was laid up for the remainder of the day on a gurney. They ran every kind of test possible, and everything came up normal.
I have no infection, no kidney stones, no gallbladder or liver issues, not pregnant, and all signs said I should be fine. But after waiting for ultrasounds, x-rays, blood work, I was sent home while the hospital shrugged in puzzlement. Thankfully I was given some pain meds, but other than that, they had no answers at that time. One Physician’s Assistant thought it could be either an ulcer, gynecological issues, or my Fibro flaring up, because I have been in about a dozen times in the past year or so for belly pain, but no definitive reasons why. This morning I awoke to a horrible head cold that knocked me sideways for the day, I misread the signs of a sore throat and congestion as Strep rather than the cold I ended up with.
For the most part my past birthdays have been awful, ranging from disappointing to nightmarish. It has only been the ones I have been able to celebrate with my husband and kids that have been wonderful. I am grateful for the good moments of these past few days, it has helped me stay strong while wracked with fear of gallbladder surgery or an possible unknown infection burning away my insides.
I plan on posting more when I can think clearly again, for now I am barely able to think or comprehend stuff. I realized that I had forgotten my beads while at the ER, but at the time they weren’t really a priority. After about 2 months of working and reworking them, I can share them with everyone.