Yesterday was rough. Two blowouts. A lap full of shit twice. I thought I did everything right. I've been down on myself for being stupid since that's obviously the issue. I've been trained in this; why am I failing so miserably?!
I'm trying to pull back from that bitter edge where everything is black and white, and I'm that triggered veteran again in the midst of a PTSD episode, and no one can reach me. I'm angry, frustrated, my ex-fiance walked in on me covered in shit trying not to cry as I was attempting to figure out how to get to the bathroom. I feel helpless, useless, and because I'm so weak from a month in the hospital, a super fast flow in my ostomy, and 3 weeks with no food initially in my stay, I'm less than 130 lbs of my original 185. With little fat reserves then or now. I know I'm going to go on. I know I'll heal. Not being able to even walk down the hall without getting dizzy and wanting to fall out from the little white sparkles that appear... Useless. Fucking useless! I'm so strong!!! Yet right now I'm not! I'm weak, I'm frail, I'm vulnerable, and I hate it! I'm even shaking now from the exertion of trying to hold up this phone to write... I want to cry, but I can't. I won't feel sorry for myself. But I want to. I know that road leads to self-pity and I have none. I realized that if I'd gotten myself to the hospital instead of waiting a week, I wouldn't be in this terrible condition. But I didn't know... I truly thought I was passing a kidney stone... So the self-blame still dances in my head, while I attempt to wrap my head around how my life will continue as I rehabilitate. I'm 3 days out of the hospital now. I want my life and independence back. And every step I make takes hours to recoup. I guess I just needed to complain for a minute. I'm still feeling down, but tomorrow's another day. Today I'll get my meds, pain meds included, since they screwed up and sent them to the wrong place on Friday, of course too late to change, and now they'll be ready today after 2 pm. I'm looking forward to reducing the pain of my centerline incision, and other pains. Hopefully, they got them right. . .
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And also, please keep some fingers crossed for me this week. I have my blood test on Thursday, checking my CA 125 levels. Ovarian cancer reoccurrence fear unlocked again. I hate it!
Lots of love from Sweden
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