When I was in elementary school, my mom signed me up for flag football. An all boys' team. To be fair, I did sport some pretty cool basketball shorts to school every day. But, I was the only girl on the team and also the only one who didn't know how to play football. Every time I had the ball, I ran the wrong direction and screamed.
That's kind of what life feels like right now. Minus the football part. And the flags.
I am still mentally recovering from an emotional sore that I didn't anticipate to take so long to be patched up. I'm healing and learning each day, and things have been good. But there are lapses in the healing, and that's okay. Relationships can take a while to settle into a friendship, and I am looking forward to that time.
I was prescribed what I was told was a cervix softener before my IUD insertion appointment. I inserted two pills vaginally at midnight, and woke up an hour later in the worst abdominal pain I have ever felt. I tried to go back to bed. It was just cramps, right? Ohhhh boy was I in for a ride. I spent the next twelve hours writhing in pain and nausea, throwing up, and praying the pain would end. I don't go to church, but dang I was hoping there was someone up there listening to me. I have never felt such intense, shocking pain in my life. Every movement meant rippling pain or a sprint into the bathroom. I contemplated the emergency room but then also contemplated bills. I fumbled for my phone and my empty pill bottle. Every search result of Misoprostol turned up describing it as an abortion pill. Ruh-roh, Scoob. Now THAT'S a long story. But, well, I wasn't pregnant, my OBGYN has some out-dated and WACK methods, and now I have a funny story. And no IUD.
I got into my first car accident. Yike.
My dang airbags, though! I think I left a lipstick print on one. That kind of cracked me up, but HEY, back to reality. Luckily no one was hurt. The man who I rear-ended (sorry John...) was SO polite. So very kind. I had never been in an accident before and honestly, was kind of at loss for what to do. Anyways, the man saw my UW Band sticker and funny enough, had a son who was in the band and also knew one of my favorite TA's, Tom Halstead. We made small talk about the Badgers winning the ax back, and it was honestly quite nice, despite the fact that I had just crashed into his vehicle. Good first impressions are my specialty.
Anyways, long story short, my car is likely totaled due to the air bags (they are $$$ to replace!) and my seat belt being broken. I'm glad I was wearing it. I will have to somehow acquire a new car and also pay to fix this man's car completely out of pocket. I'm not looking forward to any of this, but hey, things could be worse. One of us could be in the hospital, or worse, dead. I am grateful for the outcome, as silly as that may sound.
What's next? Ah, yes, good ole Statistics class. Alright, so I've never been the greatest at math. Definitely more of a humanities kind of gal. My statistics course is Mondays and Wednesdays from 5:30-8 pm. And I genuinely don't mind it because my table group is SO fun. UPDATE: I dropped it.
That's kind of what life feels like right now. Minus the football part. And the flags.
I am still mentally recovering from an emotional sore that I didn't anticipate to take so long to be patched up. I'm healing and learning each day, and things have been good. But there are lapses in the healing, and that's okay. Relationships can take a while to settle into a friendship, and I am looking forward to that time.
I was prescribed what I was told was a cervix softener before my IUD insertion appointment. I inserted two pills vaginally at midnight, and woke up an hour later in the worst abdominal pain I have ever felt. I tried to go back to bed. It was just cramps, right? Ohhhh boy was I in for a ride. I spent the next twelve hours writhing in pain and nausea, throwing up, and praying the pain would end. I don't go to church, but dang I was hoping there was someone up there listening to me. I have never felt such intense, shocking pain in my life. Every movement meant rippling pain or a sprint into the bathroom. I contemplated the emergency room but then also contemplated bills. I fumbled for my phone and my empty pill bottle. Every search result of Misoprostol turned up describing it as an abortion pill. Ruh-roh, Scoob. Now THAT'S a long story. But, well, I wasn't pregnant, my OBGYN has some out-dated and WACK methods, and now I have a funny story. And no IUD.
I got into my first car accident. Yike.
My dang airbags, though! I think I left a lipstick print on one. That kind of cracked me up, but HEY, back to reality. Luckily no one was hurt. The man who I rear-ended (sorry John...) was SO polite. So very kind. I had never been in an accident before and honestly, was kind of at loss for what to do. Anyways, the man saw my UW Band sticker and funny enough, had a son who was in the band and also knew one of my favorite TA's, Tom Halstead. We made small talk about the Badgers winning the ax back, and it was honestly quite nice, despite the fact that I had just crashed into his vehicle. Good first impressions are my specialty.
Anyways, long story short, my car is likely totaled due to the air bags (they are $$$ to replace!) and my seat belt being broken. I'm glad I was wearing it. I will have to somehow acquire a new car and also pay to fix this man's car completely out of pocket. I'm not looking forward to any of this, but hey, things could be worse. One of us could be in the hospital, or worse, dead. I am grateful for the outcome, as silly as that may sound.
What's next? Ah, yes, good ole Statistics class. Alright, so I've never been the greatest at math. Definitely more of a humanities kind of gal. My statistics course is Mondays and Wednesdays from 5:30-8 pm. And I genuinely don't mind it because my table group is SO fun. UPDATE: I dropped it.
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