Thanks. Yeah, it took a few weeks to feel secure with my body again. Every little pain (and there were plenty) and I wondered if I was bleeding again. I'd had some signs: the cramps, chills, etc., for about a week, but who thinks, "Gosh, I'm chilly and achy -- I must be bleeding internally"?! And that evening, I'd noticed that my belly was bloated and there was no way I could suck it in, but I just figured I'd been eating too much King Cake!
But yes, I do have a pretty good attitude, and that's helped a lot. Even at the time, I didn't freak out. At one point Maj says I reached up and touched his face and said, "You must be so scared right now." And in the hospital I giggled at one point, when they were wheeling me through some double doors on the way to the MRI (to figure out where the blood was coming from), and I thought of that scene in Monty Python's Meaning of Life when they're pushing the laboring mother down the hall, knocking the doors open with the gurney, right by her head. But don't get me wrong. I was scared. Later, waiting for the surgery team to show up, my potassium was getting so low that my heartbeat was doing funny things on the monitor, and I really wondered if I was going to make it.
Life's trials do make for good poetry, though. And, as we've been saying for weeks 'round here, "I lived!"
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