Well, let me just give you the short-cut story. The reason for the short story is because I hurt and am on good pain meds right now. Basically I had some horrible pain that everyone was worried was appendicitis (sp?) so I went to the ER today. After 4 hrs, phenergen, morphine and a CT scan it turns out the pain is from ovarian cysts...and oodles of them, one in particular. Both ovaries are just covered with cysts with the right one having the largest 2cm cyst which will probably burst soon. Needless to say I hurt but would like to rub it in to all docs that have seen me and can't figure out why I haven't had a period in MONTHS...nanner-nanner-boo-boo...I have PCOS! DUH!
Anyway, I have instructions to follow up with my ob/gyn on what to do. Honestly all of me wants them to let me have a complete hysterectomy. But I doubt anyone will, me being 28 (almost 29) and all. But come on...it's causing more pain than anything and I apparently can't use any of my "parts" for child-rearing so take the fuckers out!
The "other fun stuff" I eluded to in the title is that Work Comp Ok'd my surgery on my ankle. Guess they just wanted to see how badly I wanted it done and how annoying I can/will be if I am denied. So, surgery is now scheduled on the left ankle, just a scope right now, at noon on Thursday, March 6th. Whoopie doo!
I think I'm a strong person. I have days, weeks and occasionally a bad month here and there, but overall I'm pretty eff'ing strong. I thought that, until yesterday at work. Here's some background for you:
1. Avery's birthday is Friday the 22nd. She would have been 7 this year. I miss her tons but for the most part I smile when I think of her, rarely do I feel the burning of tears in my eyes when I think of her or hear her name.
2. I work for 10 hrs a day. On the phones for 8 hrs and 50 mins of these 10 hrs per day...I'm an insurance agent (it's nice saying that, not just customer service or phone work). 95% of my calls are from military members and their families. Sometimes I get a call like I did on Tuesday, which is the reason for this post.
The call started out completely normal, ie I need an insurance card and other questions. Then the call changed. I heard the cutest little noise on the phone, which I knew immediately as a newborn nursing. So, I had already started a relationship with this younger woman so I asked about the noise. She informed me that the noise was her 9 week old daughter, Avery. The more and more we talked the more I learned about her situation. This simple call drew into a 45 minute discussion about her young husband in Iraq missing the birth of their first child. She and Avery are living with some friends who's husband is also deployed. I got the young woman's car insurance taken care of but realized that we (my company) had more to offer her. I got our bank on the line since she had a credit card with us and I got her interest rate lower because of her deployed honey, down from 17.9% to 4% for a year. This young mom was totally stoked that I even thought of that, she thanked me profusely for helping her and her family. This is when the call turned into a heartbreaker. I told her it was the very least I could do because of her and her family's sacrifice while her husband is overseas. I explained that I appreciated everything that she and her husband are giving up for me and my family. Because of their selflessness my family is free and living how we are. I thanked her for trusting my company and also advised her to have a great day (the norm at the end of every call for me) then I said it..."give Avery a big hug for me". The young woman just giggled and said "I sure will", while I choked an "ok" from my throat and fought back the all too familiar burn in my eyes. I had to finish the call, hang up the phone and walk away.
I went to the bathroom with red eyes and mascara stained cheeks and finally realized I needed to call my mom. Mom said the usual wonderful things a mom says and it helped and had me smiling at the end of our call thank goodness.
So much of me was embarassed to breakdown at work, to call my mommy crying but mainly I just felt silly for getting so "involved" with a customer on the phone like that. After a few moments I realized THAT is what makes me kick ass at my job. That's why I'm not just answering calls all day. I mean maybe I made that young woman smile, maybe when she sees her Avery she'll always know to treasure and cherish every moment with her and maybe, just maybe, she'll now know that even with her husband overseas others care for her even though we've never met.
I think I was supposed to get that call yesterday...this week. I never forget about my angels, all of them, but I think it was God's way or letting me know that she is doing ok and she still thinks about me too!
Well, I won't go into detail but you all remember the lovely surgery I had in September (has it really been THAT LONG?!). Then the fateful day just 120 hours after the surgery when I fell at work? Yeah, looks like I get to have the wonderful surgery on the sprained ankle that I had on the right ankle. Now it's just time to wait for the state of Texas to remove their heads from thier asses and OK the surgery so I can get it over with.
Here's to a cast and crutches for 6-8 weeks again! St. Pat's Day should be oodles of fun this year!
