#goodbye gallbladder

[samioli]

Tomorrow....surgery....2!!!!

[the-sieve]

i could have done with a better nights sleep (more than 1 hour) before I have to get up and mentally prepare myself for walking into a hospital to have an organ removed but that's life

[chemicalrejectboys]

my motto for tomorrow:

get this bitch out!

[ikatella]

So I'm gonna be meeting with a surgeon next monday to discuss shit and chances are I'm gonna go with the whole surgery thing

[aplaceformythoughtstobecome-blog]

The struggle

I really want to work out, but I had my gallbladder out two weeks ago and haven’t had my staples removed. I’m so ready to begin my weight loss journey and make 2018 my best year yet. I’ve got all this motivation and I’m so afraid I’m gonna lose it before I can even start.

[aplaceformythoughtstobecome-blog]

Laying in the Emergancy Room bc one of my incisions looks like it’s about to burst open and it hurts...

[startstanding-blog]

So the year got nuts.

I missed posting here for most of the year. I actually stepped away from all social media for a while; I’ve just gotten back to Tumblr in the past couple of weeks. It happens.

But the year has been insane. On the national and international level, where everyone sees it, and on the personal level.

We bought our house. My sister-in-law died. Our oldest son got a job. My husband got a job. My husband lost 30lbs in two months due to the stress of that job. We scattered my sister-in-law’s ashes. My gallbladder had to be removed and I lost 12lbs in ten days afterwards. Our youngest son got arrested for prescription drug possession.

And a lot of that has happened in the past two months.

It’s been insane.

There’s some good in there. Our home is now ours; my husband has a job that brings in a paycheck, and the stress has gone down now that his original super-micro-manager has been reassigned. And my gallbladder surgery - all of three weeks ago - has forced me to slow down to a certain extent, to rest more, to not GO GO GO GO until I’m shot, and even to slow down my eating. (No gallbladder = limited bile at one time, which means eating too much or too fast equals a technicolor yawn. Not fun.)

That much good with that much bad - and the SIZE of each, including what’s happening in my country right now - means a hell of a roller coaster. I’m done with 2016, ready to nest in my little house, get the boxes finally unpacked, and get to work - on myself, on my home, on justice.

I start where I stand, even if where I stand is a little shaky.

[sunwukxng]

tbh, the more i think about it, the more likely selling some of my organs becomes