UPDATE: This happened last week, I'm JUST now getting around to sharing it here too.

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Everyone keeps asking for updates and I just haven’t had the energy to give one until now. At this point, I think everyone has shared enough info to get it all anyway. So here’s what I have. And all posted pics and videos are gonna be posted out of order, I’m not gonna sort them for convenience.

Wednesday night (May 17), as my shift was ending, I started to get an extremely sharp pain in my chest. I thought it needed to be walked off. Didn’t get better. Now down to my stomach, maybe it’s gas, went to the bathroom, didn’t get better. Immediately looked for my supervisor and told him I needed an ambulance. He called my boss and they called an ambulance. I started sweating profusely and told I looked extremely white. I climbed on the stretcher, get to the ambulance, posted that picture with intentions to update later and never got the chance.

Apparently what I had was a diversion tear in my aorta. What I don’t want to hear from the first doctor at the hospital I go to is “he’s going to die for every second we wait.” And he kept repeating this like I was sleeping on a decision.

This is where it gets tricky, because I’m not going to remember everything correctly or maybe even in order. But I’ll be sure to embarrass friends where necessary. For me, between all of this, only minutes have passed. I got to the hospital and spoke to the doctor, he said they had to fly me to another location that was better prepared for my injury. At this point, I’m drugged up pretty hard. I don’t hear less than half of what’s being said. From other sources, they had to wait for me to be cleared to UofM before sending me and then off I went. When I got there, they had to keep pushing back my surgery for someone else that had the same thing but was far worse along than I was.

I know how everyone feels to know something really bad is going on and you can’t get an update from anyone. And that was not my intention, I just didn’t have the energy to give one. And while in the hospital, I was without my phone for the first two days. The people visiting and providing the updates to everyone had far more information than me laying in the bed. Plus all of this stuff tends to turn my brain into mush and I can’t remember what was just told to me.

To my understanding, I didn’t have the surgery for almost a full day, but I don’t recall. People kept asking me how I was feeling and the best answers I could give were along the lines of “hell warmed over,” or “like ass, which is convenient cause that’s how I smell right now,” or some variation of “shitty served with extra streaks.” You know, something real uplifting to let you know I felt fantastic.

The doctors and nurses all kept saying how well everything went and how impressed my recovery was going. As of Sunday night, I was discharged with no restrictions, other than take it easy and rest (which my dumbass has a very hard time doing). Today has been the first day where I feel like I can actually move and my body isn’t screaming at me to go back to sleep. Which sucks so bad during the night because I just can’t stay asleep. I have to keep moving and turning.

They have me on around 15 different medications, and oxycodone. Holy hell that shit has been making me trip balls. If that’s what people are into, you do you. I hate the stuff other than it’s getting rid of the pain. Every time I close my eyes I’m seeing weird shit. Told the nurses that too and they said, “somethings probably causing that.” Helpful, right?

Everyone was floored at how speedy and well I’ve been recovering. But trust me, I’m just making it look good. I’m tired AF all the time and even finally writing this, I’ve taken several breaks. But I’m slowly and steadily getting it written for everyone.

The worst parts of this were the hiccups after getting my tubes removed (and the absolutely nothing they could do for it) and the water restrictions at the hospital. That aside, I’ve been able to handle all of this like a whiny little girl that’s not getting enough attention.

I’ll make a separate post for everyone else and their thank yous later. I just keep looking over this post and seeing more and more I want to add to an already super long (and super delayed) update.

I apologize again to everyone for being vague, but that’s how I am. I don’t ever want anyone to worry about me and the less information you have, the less you have to worry. This was a serious operation and I get that, I fully understand that. And I have a second chance, I’m not ready to give up yet.