Well, it has been a while since I’ve written much of anything in a public forum. Even my letters to family and friends have been sparse and intermittent as of late. The other day, I posted to LiveJournal for the first time in nearly a year, and realized just how much has happened in the last year, and just how hard it is to briefly summarize such an eventful time period. In fact, it took me roughly an hour to write a few paragraphs in the form of a wedding announcement, just because I had no idea how to even start with what easily could’ve turned into a novel.
So, I suppose I’ll start with some recent news, and try to get into the habit of writing more in general. I really do want to tell the abundance of beautiful stories and happy memories Rio & I share, but it gets kind of exhausting with the sheer volume of how many there are to write about..
So, I’ll write about the last few days for now.
Sunday marked my last day of vacation before returning to Dreamhost. I had been off from work since the 15th, which is the longest vacation I’ve taken from work since … March of 2003, when I visited Christine in Portland. The trip to Vegas was also the first time I took a plane out of state since then as well.
Well, the vacation ended up being extended a few days, but not out of “good times”. Sunday night, I started developing immense pain in my abdomen. It was taking me way too long to sleep, and Rio’s snoring made me quite envious in my painful sleeplessness.
I eventually fell asleep, but awoke a few hours later on the bathroom floor with Rio asking me what happened, and me hysterically saying I didn’t know. He took me back to bed, and then a few hours later.. it happened again. This time, I had a nasty cut Rio patched up. The bathroom cabinet door had been broken from my fall.
I awoke, wanting to go to work, but as I got up for my usual morning routine, I passed out again. I wrote in sick, and said I was going to the hospital.
Despite that, it still took Rio & me a while to get there. I kept hoping it would go away.. that I’d sleep it off. The pain would be gone; I’d stop fainting. But, after 2 more of these spells, we had Fernando (Rio’s father / my father-in-law) pick us up and take us to the ER.
It’s hard to remember what happened exactly, in order after that.. all I really remember is that I laid on a bed, they did their tests which caused screaming and wailing in pain on my part, and it was determined that I had a “ruptured ovarian cyst” along with internal bleeding. I needed surgery.
This was the first time I had undergone any kind of surgery in my life, and I was terrified. I awoke later, and was transported to a bed with a relentlessly beeping IV that the nurses rarely tended to. Luckily, I didn’t have a roommate that night, and Rio spent the night next to me on the floor. It seemed like he got better sleep than I did — for some reason, I woke up at 34 minutes after the hour every hour. 12:34, 1:34, 2:34.. and so on.
He couldn’t spend all day with me, but he spent as much as he could. He came back with Robin (his mother / my mother-in-law) and he brought me a few things from the house. He couldn’t spend the night with me that night either (I had acquired a roomie during the day), but we watched as much of Little Miss Sunshine as we could until visiting hours were over.
Rio arrived this morning before I even woke up, and after hours of waiting with him, I was finally discharged. He took the day off to take care of me, and we re-watched Little Miss Sunshine from the beginning (previously mentioned roomie was nice, funny, and interesting, but also really noisy the night before), and then took a nap together before he left for class.
I feel lucky to be alive, and even luckier to have the best husband in the world. Now, I shall wait for our dinner to arrive, and retire to slumberland with the one who completes me …. :)