Everything hurts. This could be the mango margarita from last night, or the 11,162 steps I walked yesterday! I'm going to go with the latter. That number of steps is equivalent to 5.01 miles. The days I work definitely hike up the step count, I have to push a lot harder on the days I don't. I was also able to work three days in a row on five hour shifts, so my stamina is improving. I won't be running any marathons soon, but hey, I'm doing me and it feels good.
My biggest fear is the procedure I have coming up in 10 days. It's called an ablation and I won't go into detail as I'm confident your google finger is yearning for action. I will say that it is not as invasive as my previous failed operation. No one is cutting through my torso again (huzzah!). It is a procedure with mixed results though. Some women are helped permanently, some temporarily, and some not at all. After reading all the literature, I am confident that this is my best option given the circumstances.
I have made a lot of strides since the surgery in October, and this procedure is supposed to be a one day off work deal, but I would be lying if I said I don't have concerns. Given my past history with medical procedures, the outcome is often a crap shoot. I tend to be the 1 in 1,000,000 that turns blue or vomits on a shrubbery (both have happened).
I suppose that I just hold my head high, hold on to faith with both fists, and keep on keepin on like the unstoppable sea cow that I am.
Creating my own sunshine 🌞