12 Months ago, St. Patrick's Day.
Most people do a "Year in Review" at New Year's. Well, if you know me at all, you know I usually don't go with the norm. I prefer to do my review around my birthday. I've got 9 days (give or take) until my 32nd birthday (geez I'm getting old).
This year has been a cluster-cuss of things, good and bleh.
Last year, birthday time, I was dating my first politician who will remain nameless for many reasons. I was at his house. I had fallen asleep on the couch. When I awoke, he was gone, but his mother was there. Mind you, I had never met this woman before. She told me I was ruining his life and that I needed to remove his number phone my phone and leave his apartment. Yep, he had his MOM break up with me. Funny thing, we had already pretty much ended things. CRAZY! The best thing that happened from this experience? During our brief relationship, we were looking at his Facebook friends, and I happened to notice one of his friends status. Curtis Haring. I recall it being funny. I started following him on Twitter and found him humorous. I wouldn't say I "internet stalked" him, but I did develop a mild crush on him....yeah, that's crazy talk, but...what do you do?! I have to leave the first politico nameless for the obvious reason of the current politico boyfriend. In August, my dear friend, Misty Fowler, made the impossible happen. She arranged a meeting with me and Curtis. We've been together ever since. Curtis is caring, attentive, driven, fun-loving, quick-witted, big-hearted, genuine and full of life. Basically, everything the other guy wasn't. The reason I feel it necessary to drudge up what happened a year ago, is to show how my world has changed for the better, as far as my taste in men.
Shortly after my emotionally stunted man experience, I noticed a horrible pain radiating in my upper right abdomen. I don't have my gallbladder or appendix anymore, so I was taken back a little. I took ibuprofen and hoped for the best. I became violently ill and couldn't even keep down anti-nausea medication. I ended up in the Emergency Room at St. Mark's thinking I was going to die. When they did my lab work, the doctor came in and told me my liver enzymes were extremely elevated, particularly my alkaline phosphatase. On the high end, the value is usually around 165. Mine was 876. A CT scan was ordered. The results were a little concerning. The was something going on with my pancreas. I have just enough medical knowledge to know I was freaked out. The doctor on call said there was really nothing that could be done in the hospital that I couldn't do at home, but push fluids. He then ordered an MRI and liver biopsy for the next day and discharged me into my dad's (aka Big Wave Dave) care. Long story short, the liver biopsy was inconclusive. The MRI however, showed an obstruction in one of pancreatic ducts which was causing my liver enzymes to be completely outta whack. The next step was surgery to fix it. Like I said, I have enough medical knowledge to know that when you mess with your pancreas, also known as the "God organ," it's a big, freaking deal. I consulted with two different surgeons, and decided to go with Dr. Robert Naylor. I have a special history with this guy. He did all of my mom's cancer surgery. I felt that he was the most capable, and had an intimate history with my family. On June 22, 2009, he and Dr. Jason Wills, a new and promising, GI doc, opened me up and fixed my pancreas.
I wouldn't say the following few months after that were a cake-walk, but my Alk-phos, ALT, AST and all of my blood values soon returned to normal. The only crappy part?? Pancreatitis! ACK! The surgeons told me the morning of the surgery that "might" be a complication. Sure enough, I spent a total of 45 days in the last 11 months in the hospital with pancreatitis. I'm happy to report though, that as of last week, my amylaze and lipase were in normal range and I'm feeling great! I have to say, having Curtis through the last bout in February was a great support and it sped up the recovery.
Through the last 12 months, I have learned who my friends are. I had a dear friend who turned her back on me in my time of need, but at the same time, 8 new friends and 2 "old" friends stepped up to the plate when it counted. Thank you! I wouldn't have stayed true to my recovery.
Speaking of recovery, I celebrated my 2nd "birthday" in recovery. I don't know that I've stuck to the tried and true recovery saying of "Keep it Simple," but as a recovering addict, sometimes the chaos doesn't allow us that luxury. It hasn't been easy through the surgeries and pancreatitis. Having someone else take care of my pain meds and tapering me off them to avoid a relapse has truly been a challenge, I'm not going to lie, but it has truly been worth it. I have Big Wave Dave, my dad, my rock, to thank for keeping me in check. I threw fits and cried and bitched and moaned, but he stuck to his guns. I'm very fortunate to have him.
Yes, this last year has been a whirlwind. I'm looking forward to what this next 12 months has to offer. I think it will bring a great many things. Positive things. I'm optimistic. For the first time, I'm truly content. It's taken 32 years to find the love of my life, peace and contentment.
May the road rise up to meet you
May the wind be always at your back
May the sun shine warm upon your face
May the rains fall soft upon your fields
And until we meet again
May God hold you in the hollow of His hand
-Irish Blessing





