One short break from the writing bit, to give you all a little history about me and the past year.
I'm married to an Air Force Officer, stationed in Afghanistan. He left last January. When he left, my three kids and I moved from Albuquerque to Merritt Island, Florida, to stay with my mom, whose health is failing.
My in-laws visited and fell in love with the area and bought a condo for next to nothing. When I saw the condo, I told my husband about it, and he said we could get one too, since living with my mom just doesn't work. So, I bought the condo. It was/is GORGEOUS (and can be yours for the right price).
Since then, the year in Afghanistan has really affected my husband, and we almost divorced twice while he was gone. Both times, we've reconciled (and doing well, now).
In September, during a regular yearly exam, the doctor found suspicious cells. She recommended an ablation of the uterus and a biopsy. Well, guess what? During the biopsy, the doctor poked a giant hole in my uterus, and I had to go back two weeks later to have a total hysterectomy (kept the ovaries). My husband came home to help take care of me, but the day after he went back to Afghanistan, I got a major kidney infection and lung infection (as a result of the catheter during surgery and the general anesthesia) with a 104 fever and had to go back into the hospital. So, that was not good.
Last month, my husband found out he will be making Lt. Colonel soon, so instead of retiring from the AF and staying in our condo, we decided to sell the condo and go back to our home in Albuquerque, where he will continue his stint in the Air Force, and I will have lots more time on my hands (all the better to edit).
In the last two weeks or so, I've packed up the condo (with the help of a few friends), drove a Budget truck to Albuquerque (by myself), unloaded the truck (with the help of two friends), prepared our house for moving back in, then flew back to FL to stay with my mom through the holidays. If I was the Queen of Adverbs, my mom is the Queen of Stress and the Duchess of Overreaction.
So, it's no wonder that my normally athletic, thin healthy body started having blood pressure spikes two weeks ago. Well, not really spikes, but constant high blood pressure. It all started when I took my mom to the grocery store, and while she was looking at something, I sat down at one of those blood pressure machines. I have always prided myself on my level of fitness and low blood pressure/pulse, so when it registered way high, I thought the machine was wrong.
To make a long story short, I checked it a few more times at different locations, and it was still high. Then two days ago, it registered the highest yet--140/100, and was accompanied by an intense feeling of being cold all the time and some major pressure headaches. So, I made an appt. with the doctor, and since I am thin and generally healthy, she's starting a conservative treatment with some medicine I can't even begin to pronounce. I've also got to take BP two or three times a week and keep a log and check in with doctor in New Mexico when I get there at the beginning of January.
I turned 40 in September, and I can't help thinking about something I "bragged" about to my friends when I was about 12. I said, "When I turn 40, I'm gonna kill myself, because I don't wanna be old."
Geez. You think that's maybe exactly what I'm doing? Who believes in self-fulfilling prophecy? Lol.
Name: Mindy Home: Albuquerque, NM, United States About Me: I am Senior Editor for an imprint of Champagne Books. I am married to an Air Force Officer, who is currently serving his country in Afghanistan. I have three bright and beautiful children. See my complete profile
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