Yesterday was a very emotional day.
I woke up bright and early to head to the hospital for some blood work and a liver ultrasound. I know, I know… What?! Well, back when I had tests – for everything under the sun – the only thing which came back abnormal were my liver functions. Every doctor I’ve been to believes it’s due to taking NSAIDS for two years straight, but I decided to go ahead and rule out anything terrible.
My day was full of emotions. I’m sure everyone can understand the chills and overwhelming feelings after seeing everyone’s posts, pictures, etc. It was just a big rush of emotions for so early in the morning. I had to take a step back. Although I wore my Broad Street shirt with pride, you cannot take away the pain, suffering, and pure shock of any tragedy.
On Saturday, I had a terrible knee effusion which just got worse over the weekend. I tried to ignore it but I just couldn’t anymore so an immediate appointment was scheduled at 10 AM. As soon as I arrived, my surgeon looked very concerned and said something had to be done. After taking X-rays, he determined my body is rejecting the Calcium Phosphate put into my bone and he has to go in to remove it and insert a bone graph in its place. You read it right, here comes surgery number 5.
He ordered some blood work and an emergency MRI so I can come back on Thursday to get things finalized, but as of right now… Here comes another one. Obviously, you could read my pain on my face and immediately the nurses set up my MRI for the next hour and gave me jelly beans to calm my nerves. Normally, I would never take candy or say, “No”, but strangely I didn’t care at this moment. My immediate thought was, “Yes, I do want jelly beans”. So, for the first time in I don’t know how long, I listened to myself. And they tasted damn good and helped fight away my tears. This little gem helped, too.
After saying goodbye to the best nursing staff in the world, I headed over to get some blood work and my MRI. The MRI building had a Keurig machine in the waiting room. I already knew I was in good hands. 😉
And since I was absolutely starving, I decided to eat this in my car. Dark chocolate + Hot Car = Lauren licking the packaging/fingers/palm/face because chocolate was everywhere. At least it was good!
My emotions are just… I don’t know. It hasn’t sunk in yet. Part of me feels I don’t deserve to be upset because of what happened in Boston, honestly. I mean, how can I even complain? 😦 Ugh. I just feel horrible for the families and those who lost limbs. I really feel bad even writing this post now.
What’s your favorite Kind bar?
The dark chocolate + sea salt definitely just went into my top favorites!
Did you ever leave chocolate in your car, try to eat it, and discover it was a HORRIBLE idea?!
I got chocolate EVERYWHERE.
Does anyone else feel absolutely full of emotions?
I feel like I’m choking when I start thinking about it.