*Disclaimer: This is not a "poor me" blog so please don't take it that way. Also, I am very open, so if you think it is too much information, do not continue to read. kthanxbai.
Oh and one more thing. I am fully aware that I jump back and forth between present and past tense in this blog and I probably don't make sense. I am not an English major so get over it.
Ok, so last Friday was my last day working for the wonderful Robison family (our cousins who live out in McLean). I didn't quit because I didn't like it. I quit because I needed to find a full time job. I needed to find a full time job because A) Brandon is done with school earlier than expected which equals paying off student loans earlier than expected and B) Since we are living in student housing and B is no longer a student, we need a new place to live. So that is why I had to leave. :(
Ok, back to Friday. I had a dr appointment in the morning regarding those damn stones in my kidneys. Suddenly the word surgery was being thrown around and before I knew it, I had an appointment for the following Monday to "blast" one of my pesky stones. Wow. Then, on my way to the Robison's house I got a call asking if I would visit a school nearby my work because they were looking for a substitute teacher for the Preschool Autism class. I was SO excited. I immediately drove over there and met with their lovely teacher. Everything was going well. I knew that this is what I wanted to do (or so I thought).
Monday rolls around and I am nervous, hungry and thirsty (I had to fast before the surgery). I woke up with a terrible migraine and unfortunately couldn't take anything for it. So I went to the hospital, got an xray (the stubborn stone had not moved for over a month now) and on to pre-op. There I was welcomed by a group of lovely nurses who did a great job. The Dr doing the surgery came in and explained to me what would happen. Here are his words (paraphrased for the most part, but almost exact)
"Ok, so we are going to knock you out, then we will use shock wave therapy to break up the stone. It will feel like you are getting slapped 3,000 times in the same spot. You wont remember anything when you wake up but you will have a large bruise on your back, you will be nauseous for 2 days after the surgery and finally, you will be peeing blood. Oh, and this might not work and we might have to try it again.Ok, ready to go?!?"
Wow. Thanks for sugar coating that Dr! So there I was, laying in bed, and the next thing I remember I am waking up and surgery is done. Headache is still there but for the most part I feel fine. I get dressed and Brandon drives me home. I threw up in his car (in a bag, thank goodness). Had I not had a bag, I am pretty sure he would be seeing a lawyer right now and filing for divorce (you don't understand how anal he is about his car). So after vomiting in a bag I felt better. I went home, fell asleep and woke up the next morning feeling fine. A little sore, but fine. I am recovering quite well. But straining urine is probably one of the most annoying things ever, just so you know.
So this brings us to yesterday. I get a phone call from a staffing agency telling me about an interview I had a week or more ago. The agency hiring wanted me to join their team (full time and great pay). Fantastic. Now I have two WONDERFUL job opportunities and a sore back. Is this really happening?!?
I was super confused on which job to take. I know I would be happy with both, but they are so different and I didn't know which one was right for me and Brandon. So I prayed about it.
I am happy to report that I will be working in Insurance as an Administrative Assistant. The office is close by and there is room for growth. As much as I will miss working with autistic children, I know that this is where I need to be right now. Needless to say, this week has been a roller coaster ride. I am just glad it is over and I can coast from here on out.
Thanks for reading. Peace, love and insurance. Wait, what?
