Cursed

Aside from the abdominal pain, well, more accurately, pelvic pain from whatever is going on in my special lady area, I also managed to hurt my back.

I got the general achyness/pain after attempting to go all gung-ho on cleaning out our rooms and organizing to boot. Then, I almost fell down the bottom flight of stairs, but was able to teeter and balance myself out all ninja like and hang onto the door handle.

I beginning to feel like I’m apart of that ‘Final Destination’ movie. Ill-fated … plagued … cursed.

Before I start to worry about being paranoid and my mental illness doing me in, I mean, don’t you sorta have to believe that when bad things continually happen, if you believe in being blessed when continued good things happen? Seems practical to me. Is that the voices talking? lol

Anyways, later in the day, Cleveland Clinic calls with my test results and they’re positive for anti-retinal antibodies and apparently what that means is I either have AR (autoimmune retinopathy) OR CAR (CANCER retinopathy)

Let us stop for a moment and appreciate this. Not only can I go blind and lose my mind, but I may have cancer as well? Hahahahaha. I couldn’t make this stuff up.

More bloodwork and testing …

 

Stirring the pot

The last couple days have been strange.

First, Ive been sick on and off for nearly two weeks. Nausea and pretty much everything I eat going right through me.

It started a couple days before my birthday, went away for a couple days and then back again right around the 1st of the month. I thought the 2nd bout was due to a medicine change until I remembered the first. Anyways, long story short, I took a pregnancy test and it was positive. I went to the doctor and it’s negative. Came home and took another one and its positive. Bloodwork from doctor’s office comes back negative. All things considered, it was a little bit of an emotional roller coaster. Shock, joy, fear, wonder, apprehension. I even dreamed about a little girl named, Lacy. Even joked with Jer about twins.

Now. it’s all numb and it’s probably better that way. I don’t want to think or concern myself with what else could cause 2 false positive pregnancy tests. Medicine? Cysts? Cancer?

I’ll just wait to see the doctor.