What does it mean to be a woman?
"Dammit!! It's coming back!" That just came out of Carrera's mouth. We're all eating Scooby snax and although my stomach has been a pain, my "gall bladder" pain had seemed to disappear over the last couple of days. Well, its hurting now, so Carrera was just repeating what her mama said ten seconds earlier.
I'm not sure if I have written much about my health recently. Perhaps I avoid the topic because I think it will all just go away. The newest theory is that I have a stomach ulcer. What! Invincible Rachel has an ulcer!! No way!! I am in total denial. I am supposed to be able to work 50 hours a week in a semi-stressful job, spend my evenings working on my degree, while being a wife, mom, sister, daughter, friend... oh and with 5 or 6 hours of sleep a night, while keeping that smile on my face and spring in my step. The pride I feel is great. I DO do it. I'm genuinely cheerful and energetic most days (thanks partially to anti-depressant miracle pills). I recently told Shane that I think I have adult ADD. I have so much energy some days I don't know what to do with it.
Well, back to the damn stomach. At the end of October I started feeling a pressure behind my ribs on the right side (my right). I thought I'd pulled a muscle possibly doing yard work. It didn't go away and slowly got worse. It felt like a baby kicking my in the ribs (having carried twins to full term that rib kicking has a special place in my heart). Eventually with the urge from Shane and others I went to the doctor. I lost 40 lbs between July and September and my doctor thought maybe my organs were shifting from the weight loss, but ordered an ultra sound on my gall bladder and the surrounding organs. Along with this strange "pain" (I use that word loosely because it is more irritating than painful, and if you have had a baby kick you in the ribs you may understand what I mean) I had stomach aches when I ate. Just mild ones usually, but they have been getting worse. It makes me not even want to eat some days. Well, Shane brought my into the emergency room a week ago Saturday thinking that I was going to die. My stomach got so upset that I puked (which I almost never do). The ER doctor did some tests and said: you may have an ulcer. WTF! What kind of answer is that! Well, my MD must agree because I started ulcer medication today.
So, I told myself, and Shane: Why would I get an ulcer!? Doesn't that usually happen to people that are stressed out!? And Shane replied with a simple "yes." Ok, so I can deny that I am stressed I guess, but I really truly believe that I am invincible and can do ANYTHING. Maybe I need to re-evaluate that. I CAN do a lot and juggle it just fine, but maybe my body is trying to tell me that I still need sleep, rest and maybe some relaxation.
BUT, I am a woman.
I'm not sure if I have written much about my health recently. Perhaps I avoid the topic because I think it will all just go away. The newest theory is that I have a stomach ulcer. What! Invincible Rachel has an ulcer!! No way!! I am in total denial. I am supposed to be able to work 50 hours a week in a semi-stressful job, spend my evenings working on my degree, while being a wife, mom, sister, daughter, friend... oh and with 5 or 6 hours of sleep a night, while keeping that smile on my face and spring in my step. The pride I feel is great. I DO do it. I'm genuinely cheerful and energetic most days (thanks partially to anti-depressant miracle pills). I recently told Shane that I think I have adult ADD. I have so much energy some days I don't know what to do with it.
Well, back to the damn stomach. At the end of October I started feeling a pressure behind my ribs on the right side (my right). I thought I'd pulled a muscle possibly doing yard work. It didn't go away and slowly got worse. It felt like a baby kicking my in the ribs (having carried twins to full term that rib kicking has a special place in my heart). Eventually with the urge from Shane and others I went to the doctor. I lost 40 lbs between July and September and my doctor thought maybe my organs were shifting from the weight loss, but ordered an ultra sound on my gall bladder and the surrounding organs. Along with this strange "pain" (I use that word loosely because it is more irritating than painful, and if you have had a baby kick you in the ribs you may understand what I mean) I had stomach aches when I ate. Just mild ones usually, but they have been getting worse. It makes me not even want to eat some days. Well, Shane brought my into the emergency room a week ago Saturday thinking that I was going to die. My stomach got so upset that I puked (which I almost never do). The ER doctor did some tests and said: you may have an ulcer. WTF! What kind of answer is that! Well, my MD must agree because I started ulcer medication today.
So, I told myself, and Shane: Why would I get an ulcer!? Doesn't that usually happen to people that are stressed out!? And Shane replied with a simple "yes." Ok, so I can deny that I am stressed I guess, but I really truly believe that I am invincible and can do ANYTHING. Maybe I need to re-evaluate that. I CAN do a lot and juggle it just fine, but maybe my body is trying to tell me that I still need sleep, rest and maybe some relaxation.
BUT, I am a woman.
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