“You are a healthy candidate for surgery”
“One of the healthiest we’ve ever seen.”
Bah Humbug docs. I like you. I definitely kept positive, but I was realistically nervous about how my body was going to be after surgery.
The after effects of the procedure still hurts. Not working out is killing me. I don’t feel all that strong right now because this hurts, even though doctors said I was strong. Try having sex with a knife, and being stabbed at your sides at the same time, and being happy about it. Then puking and fainting, especially right after the procedure. Until you been through it, you can’t understand it.
I don’t care about being judged. The medicine that helps I’m on impairs my motor skills, and makes me crawl in a fetal position. So no driving for me! Uber, Lyft or taxi anyone?
Walking around the corner hurts. I went from doing Insanity one week to not being able to walk around the corner without wincing in pain the next. It can happen to anyone.
Hot sweats when I’m freezing. The Willie Wonka’s colorful imagination song and seeing the candy during the movie is marvelous. However, it’s not funny when you play that track just coming out of surgery seeing yellow, purple and hallucinations that look like candy.
The first day I came home? To simply put it, I felt like I was being stabbed, everything I said above and more. A week out as I’m writing this, I’m still in pain. However, I want to start writing again. It might not be everyday. But I’ll give it the good o’ try. There’s a lot of current events to write about.
I started this post on October 25th. I wanted to finish this October 25th. It didn’t happen.
Yes I’m behind on emails. And will continue to be for a long time. Now I can’t send any emails out because it’s full at the moment. Good news? I have a wealth of knowledge in my emails. Time to start clearing up my inbox.
While I had the freezing bolt of lighting coming down my spine, obsessing over Jack’s Pizza and Jack’s Donuts in Indianapolis this idea of me sharing these emails with my take on it came to mind. This way, I can delete emails and keep the knowledge. Done and done.
Forgive me in advance if there are sentences or words spelled wrong. Ugh. I still don’t feel good.
Hello! I’m Alesha! I’m a musician, actress, entrepreneur and writer and recent hospital patient (I still can’t believe that is real). Follow on Twitter. If you like what I’m writing, give me a heart and share! :) I like hearts.