The last month was a doozy. I was at work getting everything ready for our weekly forum...(which means me making lunch for 60 people). I started to feel really terrible, as in let me sit down, terrible. I couldn't breath, by chest hurt so bad. I had so many things I needed to get done that day, and thought "I'll just push through it". There was no pushing. I finally realized that I had to go...now. I called Rob, and told Bro. Fowler that I was leaving and rattled off a bunch of stuff for him that I didn't get done.
He kept saying, "It's fine...just go"
Rob took me straight to the ER...the verdict: "Bilateral Pulmonary Embolisms" which means that I had multiple blood clots on both lungs. Sounds super terrible...but I have a history with clots, I've just always had them in my legs before...so this is new territory for me, too. The MRI guy said it looked like someone took a wet paintbrush and spattered it all across my lungs. They started me on blood thinners, which I haven't had to do for a long time. I was super bummed about that...kind of imagined that that part of my life was history. But it's back with a vengeance. My motto right now?
The DPR made breakfast for me for Mother's day. I will be fine.
