well, maybe more than 40. . .

OK, I am sick and tired of being sick and tired. I could go into a book about all that is wrong with me, but instead of dwelling on health issues that are no longer in my control, I have decided to just change the things I can change and just be content with the rest. This will be my story of the first steps of changing the things I can change. Let's just hope I can do it. If your like me, you never really found any motivation on the internet.Until now! Thanks to others like about.thyroid, and Stop The Thyroid Madness, I hope that by me taking the first steps, I can finally become who I was suppose to be.







Thursday, February 17, 2011

Funny story. . .

Ok, not pretty but I have to share. It is just too funny from they eyes of my son :)

A couple of weeks ago I had four days of very loose bowels, which lead to a Hemorrhoid. (I have Irritable Bowel, and even though I am hypothyroid, I am rarely constipated. I know you really want to hear all this, but it is life so whatever) No biggie, but then it became a thromboses hemorrhoid. OUCH!! Boy is that painful, had one during my pregnancy and thought I was going to die. Worse than labor in my opinion.

Anyway, they had to drain it, and removed a blot clot larger than a kidney bean. I have pictures if you want to see. . . (ha ha, I do have pictures because I like to see what I can not see on my own, but I will be nice and not share them :)

So, they drain it and that night I beg my husband to go fill the pain pill RX before I go insane. (really, it is excruciating pain). So I laid sideways on the couch all night, and things were better by morning.

This week, my husband and son are over at our warehouse, and while talking to the owner and his daughter, my lovely son of 4 years old, goes into detail with them all about how his mommy had to go to the doctor, and they cut my butt off. YEP! By this time they are all rolling on the floor, as he proceeds to tell them that he had to be extra nice to mommy, and give her kisses because it hurt when they cut off my butt. I wish they could! That would make jean shopping a lot more fun. . .

I have since explained that they only cut into my cheek ( better than explaining the "hole" to him. . .) and removed a blot clot. But I can only imagine what is going through his head, as he talks about the doctor making a cut and "going in". Wow, the mind of a child is amazing!

Just thought I would share, and I hope you find it as funny as I did.

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