Hello Lovelies, 

Life has a funny way of smacking you. Hard at that. It has a way to knock you into reality and will use any method necessary. I’ve always been a relatively healthy person, always runnin, always go-go-go. Let’s face it, before babydoll I ran like clockwork and on a pound of coffee. More recently, I’m starting to feel more my age. 

A few weeks ago I had quite the scare. I scared everyone.  It was a Sunday and I had to be up at 4a to bring babydoll to his truck. I woke up and immediately got sick. While this is nothing new and has been known to happen on occasion  (how late I eat, heartburn, etc.) this time was a little different.  I thought either I’m pregnant or something’s wrong. I came home, went back to bed, and then it started. 14hrs of agonizing pain in my right side, I couldn’t hold down water, and I had a high temperature all day. I’m one tough cookie and I’m not one to cave, give up, and get help. It takes a lot. I looked like death walking and I felt it too. 

I’ve never seen my son so scared and paralyzed before. Babydoll was over 1000 miles away and rushing home. I’m in pain, driving myself to the emergency room and thankfully we made it in one piece. A cat scan and a lot of morphine later I was told I had to be prepped for emergency surgery and will be transported by ambulance.  Say what!

During those few hours in the ER, I realized how good God’s been to me and my family. My very good friend got dressed as it was almost 8p, came and stayed by me the entire time. Another dear friend drove an hour to pick up my son and watch him for a few days including our dog.  Even though my hospital stay was lonely and I couldn’t kiss my sweet husband before being put under, I was protected. Protected by my faith, my family, and my friends. 

Now, I laugh at why I had surgery. I don’t know why, I just do. It was routine and no big deal so they said. Yeah, three incisions in my stomach, no big deal? It was by far the most painful thing I’ve gone through thus far and the worst experience. I had Appendicitis and due to my age I was in front of the nurses station in ICU and labeled high risk. Pretty fancy huh 😉 all I can say is THANK GOD my room was clean or I’d be toting my IV behind me trying to clean. 

Things ive learned is definitely never take water for granted. I was literally sick until they gave me medicine to help because I was severely dehydrated,  couldn’t keep down even a sip of water, couldn’t drink until they operated. Worst thing ever and everytime they told me no I was worse than a 2yr old! 

My friends are my angels and I assure you there aren’t many. I can’t begin to explain the emotions I felt knowing that I was loved that much. For people to go out of their way late at night for me was more than priceless and I’m so blessed. 

Reality, oh my gosh what an eye opener.  I do way too much, I have extremely high expectations for myself, I’m my own worst enemy, and I have so much in my head I want to do or try. I’m one person and as much as I’d like to think I’m superwoman,  I’m not. Stress is not worth getting sick. Surgery is surgery no matter the reason, but I’ve realized that my boys can’t live without me. Nothing and I mean nothing got done with mama being in la la land for a week. It could’ve made me mad. But knowing I’m needed makes my heart smile 😊. Sometimes we take life for granted. We push ourselves beyond our limits for thins that aren’t really that important. Cherish time. Treasure friends and family. And love yourself. One day, minor could turn into major and in a split second can all be taken away.