I’m not. I’m in my early 30s. Someone posted a picture of their Sr prom from 2010 and Im thinking “mine was 7 years before that. I thought you were closer to my age.” … It threw me a bit off balance I think.
So I’m not posting a whole lot…
In the mean time..
Here’s a picture of me, with my yin yang nails, circa October 2014.
Scuba diving off the coast of Maui….
It was a lot of fun.
In June 2007, my (then) husband, grandmother, sister, and parents went on a trip to Maui (and to Honolulu). These are two of the three pictures I can find of me by myself. (Edit: I found a couple more pics of me by myself, bring the total up to five.)
It was a fun trip, but it was stressful and hard too.. my marriage was failing, I was cracking, and I was trying to keep everyone from seeing anything but perfection.
Mischief is a huge part of my life. He is my cuddle buddy.
My pain spiked so Johnny brought Mischief to me and we cuddled and Johnny took this picture.
So this day last year Johnny and I tried to go on a date. I got all dressed up (in the same clothes I’m wearing today coincidentally, which is huge, I’ll go into why later)…. and promptly became ill while driving. I can’t remember if we ended up doing anything later in the evening or not, but I don’t think we did.
All dressed up and can’t go out.
It’s huge that I’m in the same outfit, because between psych meds, lupus meds, and pregnancy I’ve spent nearly 7 years going up and down in weight so much that I went from a size 3 to a size XL (11/13 I believe is what XL is here in the US)… and back and forth… mostly in the middle, which is where I am now. My weight has seesawed and I’ve been all over the place. The fact my weight has been close enough for me to be in the same clothes is huge!
I did lose 14lbs when I was hospitalized last summer, so there was that drop between this picture and now. There was probably more of a drop than that since I’d been fighting the c. diff for awhile before that, but hey, the clothing still fits, and I’m excited about that!
I’m now a healthy and happy 130 (or there about)!!!!!!!!!!!
I became extremely ill – my kidneys were failing, my lupus was extremely active, and I had c. diff.
Oh, and my blood levels were wonky.
I was in the hospital for 12 days, and had doctors and nurses in and out of my room at all hours. I had a couple transfusions, had multiple antibiotics (first were iv before they figured out what was wrong, then oral), and was just a mess.
I’m so thankful to be alive.
First day in, no real idea what was wrong, so I was wearing a mask because we knew that my white blood count was shit.
A week in I wasn’t allowed anything but clear liquids and jello.
One week in – completely miserable.
11 days in, the day before I went home. I felt even worse than I looked. (To make it even worse, it was my daughter’s 12th birthday and I didn’t get to see her other than over video chat because of how sick I was!)
The transfusions that let me go home… also potassium. (And I had had my oral antibiotics by this time.)
I gained a friend somewhere the last couple days of the hospital stay. No idea when, it just appeared, and I was confused and not thinking clearly about it. I can’t remember much about parts of my stay and that’s one of them.