TMI Warning

Rick went to Costco Thursday for an eye exam. 

We were always pleased with our optometrist at the Costco we went to in Northern VA. 

He is the one who first found the mass on my retina that we all now know as the relentless bitch Betty.  

Rick sits at Duke waiting for 3-4 hours each time I have to go there for the mass on my eye. I owe him a ride to the optometrist. He assumed he would have to have his eyes dilated as well, so I get to repay him by driving him to Costco. But for me perusing Costco while he is getting his exam is hardly the difficult wait that he always has. While Rick was in for his exam I did shop and picked up a few things. 

I had already checked out when Rick texted, "where are you?" 

I was loading up the back of our car. Perfect timing.

He wants to try the Warby Parker in Raleigh for new glasses so we will be doing that next week. Our big social calendar these days.

The next day was Fun Day Friday, so we went to the Raleigh Home Show. 

We wanted ideas and contacts for the area. Because of our remodel, we were hoping to find vendors since we are unfamiliar with them here. The home shows we've been to in the past have been for your home inside and out. Patio, baths, kitchens, entertaining area of your home. Tile, flooring, all that stuff.   

We usually bought too much from these places and hoped to do the same this time. We got our bar set that we had at the lake house at one. We found a great tile setter from one. 

We saw that it was only $6 for us old folks so we went with great anticipation. Then boom. Bust. It was small. Mostly craft people. 

I thought it was more of a craft show with 1 contractor/remodeler/window installer etc per aisle. Not at all what we have been to before. It was interesting. Whoa, the aggressive salespeople, but it just wasn't the same. Oh well. 

Friday late afternoon when we got home from the show I was so tired. 

I've been tired a lot over the past year but because I am sick of being tired I move until I drop. Well, I came into the house and dropped. I was told I plopped down on the sofa and slept for 2 hrs. I woke up alarmed, it was dark out now. What the hell?

I went into the kitchen where Rick sits at the island eating his dinner. 

I told him I was just feeling off and really didn't feel like eating anything. 

I got some ice water and we sat and watched jeopardy. Normal night. 

I awoke at 3am to tummy pain. I got up and went into the bathroom to pee. 

Now the TMI - you've been warned.

I saw a bowl of red. Oh, brother now what?  Where is this coming from?  You are all reading this and shouting, "your bum you fool"  But HAH, you're wrong. You're also correct, I no longer have a uterus. Hmm.....now this is really leaving only 1 place left. I try not to panic. 

I tiptoe into my bedroom, no need to wake up Rick, and I grab clean clothes and my blow dryer. I go back to the hall bath and shower. Then to put it politely, do another exam of where this is coming from but there is none now.  Oh good! 

I went to the kitchen feeling lighter and thinking, see, no big deal, that was a fluke all that blood. But instead of coffee, I got water to make myself pee again to see if there is blood in my urine. 

You know, just to double-check to be sure so I can continue to let down my shoulders from my ears. 

I finally pee again, and nope, no blood anywhere, then the next one was a gush of blood.  Oh shit, that ain't good. I panicked.

I left Rick a note and drove myself to the ER.

Oh boy. Exams, gave a sample, CT Scans with contrast, more pokes, and asked a hundred times, does it hurt here? The wince didn't give it away?  

Hey, I'm snarky when sick. (I know that is a lie, I'm snarky all the time, so think snarkier then) 

I had a flare of my diverticulitis, UTI infection, and a fistula from my colon to my vagina where apparently it bumps my bladder and I have blood in my urine. Lovely eh? They thought the blood was the UTI infection or fistula. How can they not know I ask? They gave me mumbo jumbo which made no sense. I let it go, I need to get a doctor. They gave me antibiotics for 2 infections and an anti-nausea pill which is my favorite little helper. They gave me a list of doctors to see right away. This will be a surgery. yippee. What the hell kind of black medical cloud am I under these days?

I left Virginia feeling good. I took 1 pill a day for my thyroid. 

Sleep issues but not often. That was it. 

Then I get to North Carolina, Betty decides she likes it and triples in size, chemo, steroids, the effect of said drugs causing high blood pressure, tummy pain, barely sleeps, and now this.  

I'm tired of being sick and tired ya know? 

Anyhoo, when it was light out I knew Rick would be awake so I text him what was going on so he knew I was okay. I came home to a clean sparkling kitchen. The stove top was polished, he stripped the bed, AND made the bed with clean sheets and then wait for it...

HE WASHED THE SHEETS HE TOOK OFF THE BED, DRIED AND FOLDED THEM!

I'm sorry I made him worry but ya know, Worry Rick did a great job. 

I wish Worry Rick could turn into Share The Chores All The Time Rick!

I said to him when I saw all this, "working off some stress babe?"  

He just nodded. Yep, I get it.🧡

I'm sorry I did that to him but now I wanna know how I can get him to do that a lot more without having to go to the hospital. Hmm...

Any Ideas?