Otherwise known as life has been hard.
Let's go behind the curtain of the past few months, by looking at the current development. I ended up in the emergency room, where they did blood tests and various exams yet were unable to figure out why I was losing so much blood, because there was nothing showing up as the culprit. But 3 bags of saline, and some sort of medicine later, with no identifiable cause for it, they let me go home. Which was fine, but they warned me to drink as much fluid as possible, because they said otherwise I would be unable to keep up with how much I was losing. (Which they said eould be a ridiculous amount so to just be careful not to do anything that might hurt me)
A few days later at a doctor office, they decided to do a biopsy. Which confirmed something mentioned LAST year when I had gone to the emergency room. There is some sort of polyp hiding in a spot the internal/external xrays couldn't show.
So now, I have to see another doctor to discuss having it removed in a process that sounds highly uncomfortable.
But now they have an identified culprit. So now I can get some answers. But at this point I feel like I have lost so much time, and missed out on so much, that I am a bit angry about it. Yet, I am a bit relieved because ideally it shouldn't happen again . No guarantee that it won't, but there is enough room to hope that it will not happen again .
So there is my check in. Not really a fun one, but at least it gives ya some information about where I have been. (go to work, come home, pass out)
