I have written a short story which is an expression of my personal struggle with Crohn's disease over a 15 months period. This was a way for me to get everything off my chest and brings me one step close to recovery.
HypoGal, Disability Insurance, Sheehan’s Syndrome and Relapsing Polychondritis
HypoGal, My Story
My Story; most of my life I have never considered what the words, “chronically ill” or “living with a disability” meant until I began HypoGal. I had related the words,” chronically ill” and “disability” to someone dying or becoming paralyzed. I naively had taken for granite the ability to walk, talk, socialize, use the restroom or drive a car. I had no idea that after the arrival of my second daughter, Isabella, my life would take on these new words, chronically ill.
Hi, my name is Lisa, and I have Sheehan’s Syndrome. I hope HypoGal, my story will help others who are sick and in search of answers. My life with a chronic illness began when I gave birth to my oldest daughter, Sarah, via C-section on January 24, 1996. I was a first-time mother, but I knew the delivery was not normal. With each contraction, my organs felt like they were being pulled out. I pleaded for the nurses help but she discredit my pleads, and she later disapproved of my screams.
Unfortunately, my OB was on vacation for the weekend, so my timing to give childbirth was less than ideal. As my daughter’s heart beat began to decrease the doctor decided I needed an emergency C-section. The surgeon discovered during my C-section that I had partial placenta accreta. The placenta accerta meant my daughter’s umbilical cord had embedded inside of the uterus. The doctors found placenta accerta had caused me to hemorrhage. Fortunately, the surgeons were able to stop the bleeding, and save my uterus.
After several miscarriages, I was able to become pregnant with my second daughter, Isabella. This time, a planned C-section and a delivery date of March 15, 2002, decided. As soon as my OB delivered my daughter, I knew something was terribly wrong with my body. Minutes after my daughter was born I began to throw up relentlessly, and my body temperature was abnormally low. My body was numb with fatigue, but I was not able to sleep. I was not aware that…
I’m in a musical at my theater company. It’s a thursday and we’re about to perform the last song in the show. I’ve been working up the courage all day to tell him. I keep stalling and making up reasons not to. I told my friends that I was going to tell him so now I have to. This is my last chance. I pull him aside saying I need to talk to him.
“Mikel… I have a crush on you.” I finally blurt out.
“I’m aware.” he says, “Allison, can we talk about this later?”
“Sure.” I say since we have to go on stage. I keep a smile on my face, knowing there’s hope. On stage I mouth to my best friend, Ella, that I told him. She mouths back ‘what did he say?’ ‘Tell you later’ I respond, as soon as I know. Bows take forever, I feel the butterflies flittering in my stomach. The same butterflies that I feel now as I write this. When the curtain is finally lowered. I stroll into the wings and through the door to backstage almost not wanting him to follow me. I’m almost to the dressing room when he calls my name and we head back into the wings. He pulls me aside and I hit my head into a pole above us, ‘of course, how stupid can I look’. We both laugh but I feel like I’m dying inside.
“Allison,” he starts, the butterflies pick up the pace, “you’re really nice and pretty and…” he drones on and I tune him out for a bit just thinking ‘but you don’t like me back’ and then he confirms my thought, “... But I don’t like you like that.” I nod and shrug it off holding back my true feelings.
“I figured… just thought you should know how I feel.” I respond, already at the door and hurrying into the dressing room. God, I feel like such an Idiot.
Sunday comes quick and I act cool, we have two showings today so it’s not exactly like I can avoid him.…
This is just a product of my own imagination about my interpretation on my mind as I've grown up. About how I gave my "dark side" a persona. This is Part 2. So set a few years after Part 1.
He doesn't believe in numerology and to him its a sheer waste of time. But does that mean that numbers have no meaning? Or, its a language that has been used to write the program to run the system? He is about to get a subtle idea.
While traveling home from Texas along hwy I-10 in our motor home my wife and I stopped for the night at the Arizona welcome center. It was a safe place to spend the night.......... so we thought. Darkness surrounded us and so did the hell truck.
The island of Puerto Rico, right in the middle of the Caribbean sea is a U.S. territory, the Federal govt has control over 'EL Yunque' a mountain and a rain forest on the east side of the island. Many strange stories coming from this 'rain forest'.
Mary Anning was the leading Paleontologist of her day, but her era didn't include women. Undaunted, she found a way to persevere. Along the way, she found a helping hand from an unlikely source. It all happened one day...