I think this pretty much covers it.
Turns out, thinking about writing blog posts and ACTUALLY writing blog posts are two different things. Over the last few months, I’ve frequently had ideas and thought, “That’d make a good post,” and then never followed through. So, it’s time to play catch up…
As far as I can remember, the last updating I did took place in April. Which, while not a long time ago, is well over a month past. April ended interestingly.
When the boy and I got married, we were on pretty different work shifts. He would leave for work before 7 a.m. and get home mid-afternoon. I, on the other hand, would start work at 1:30 p.m., and not get home until well after 10 p.m. (just in time for the boy to head to bed, and me to be wide awake with post work adrenaline). Going into our marriage, we both knew this was something we were going to have to deal with, and I honestly thought it’d be okay. Which only goes to show that I’m an idiot. In truth, it was misery. It was depressing. It was lonely. So, at the end of April, when I saw a perfect job opening at a local hospital. So, I submitted an application. And then a week later I got a call from the hospital asking me to come in for an interview. It was one of those interviews that when I left I honestly couldn’t tell if I was going to get a job offer, but they assured me they were going to call my current job to verify that I really did work there. Which meant I had to tell my boss that I had gone on an interview. To cut a very long, boring story short, my boss wasn’t exactly thrilled when I shared this tidbit with her, and I didn’t get offered the job at the hospital. However, my work offered to let me change schedules, which meant that I didn’t have to start somewhere new, and no more long, lonely mornings home alone.
May & Early June
May will be remembered as the month of medical drama. About a week after the wedding (back in March), I started having bad abdominal pain. Because I’m super stubborn, and completely convinced that things will just get better, I put off going to the doctor until May. Finally, I broke down and decided to go get checked. The first two weeks of May found me going to the Ob-Gyn and the Endocrinologist. Neither were fun visits, and neither gave me a decent answer for the abdominal pain. All that really happened was that I ended up back on Metformin (for diabetes and the PCOS). My Metformin dose was supposed to start slow, and every week go up. The first week I had to up the dose, I started getting super sick. Migraines, pain, dizzyness, nausea, and other fun things plagued me for three solid weeks. I couldn’t eat, was having trouble sleeping, and was generally miserable. I spent a decent amount of time playing phone tag with both the Ob-Gyn & Endocrinologist offices. Both just kept blowing me off and telling me it was just my reaction to the Metformin and to take upping the dose slower.
By the start of the third week, I had the worst sore throat I’ve ever had. The start of the third week was also my first week on my new shift at work and it was a horrendous week. Fearing that I might have strep, I ended up at a quick sick clinic.
I didn’t have strep.
No, as of last Thursday, I learned that I have Mono. Not only do I have mono, but this is actually the second time in my life I’ve had mono.
Through it all, the boy truly has been my steady rock. He has taken such good care of me. Definitely has made me feel valuable even when I have felt super worthless. He’s nursing me through this mess, and gone on more chocolate milk pick-up trips than has been fair to him (side note: whole chocolate milk is so thick and creamy it’s the perfect thing to drink if you can’t swallow anything else).
So, in case this has all been TL/DR (too long/didn’t read)…Started a new shift at work, got mono, my husband is amazing, and I am now going to try to update more faithfully.