When I say this summer has NOT been my summer, I truly mean that. First, I had mold toxicity, a nice chemical burn (which still has my back looking like a Dalmatian), then the Achilles incident. I’d just started lifting again, and the next thing I know, I’m in the ER for an emergency surgery!
Honestly, this has been a considerably emotionally trying season of my life. Just like every woman, I’m bit of a “Controlling Carol”, and I get frustrated when I can’t dictate the outcome of some things. This, however, was a big one.
My amazing friend Bria came out with me earlier in the day to find my trail camera, since I’d learned Google Maps’ GPS isn’t as precise as I’d prefer. Afterwards, we went to Bath & Body Works. As we were walking, I started feeling a throbbing pain in my pelvis, but I figured it would go away once I rested a little.
After I parted from Bria, I began pacing through my house as the pain increased exponentially, and with my deep distrust for the healthcare system, it took an hour of debating with myself before I found myself driving to the emergency room.
Fast forward through 7 hours of the worst pain of my life, a hernia the size of my fist, and being described by the ER nurses as “hysterical”, I woke up at 3 a.m. from an emergency hernia repair surgery to my best friend and grandmother, who had been by my side the entire time. This truly speaks to their sainthood, because the entire time I was singing country music to soothe myself and being tremendously irritating.
Turns out, I’d had this hernia since I was about 16-17 years old. This just happened to be the instance where my intestines breeched my peritoneum and were headed toward my reproductive system.
Although I’m grateful I won’t have to deal with this issue in the future, I’ve had to really push and stay positive since a lot of my plans I’ve had this year have been postponed or cancelled, and my body has been through a lot in a short period time. I haven’t been able to lift, which is something I’m extremely passionate about, but it has given me some time to slow down and study my craft. I’ve also picked up a couple of clients with cancer, so that’s been fulfilling.
At the end of the day, life is all about balance.