Blood work done this morning. Have to check and see if there were any persisting effects from going into shock and nearly dying during delivery back in February.

It feels weird to have to do it because I feel fine. In fact, even my OBGYN, who is the one more or less saved my life, said that had he not been there and known what hand happened, he wouldn’t have even guessed what happens by looking at me.

So yay for amazing recovery. Which makes even mentioning what happened feel so surreal.

Liked I found out yesterday that the doctors had asked Hubs what faith we believe in and if we had a priest we wanted called. Like. WTF.

And here I am today moving around, going to the gym, like nothing happened??

Here’s hoping that the blood work shows that there is nothing going on. Then I meet up with my PCP to create a wellness plan to get healthier and stronger since I turn 40 this year. ugh, and have to discuss first mammogram

still giving a hug

Congrats on surviving and all tho damn that was so close

on the bright side, a lot of places have mammogram machines that don't squeeze you like a boob panini

FinalCrosMayCry2:

pixle: Thanks and yeah, way too close for comfort.

memorylikeasieve: I sure hope so! I've got my MILs teasing me about how it was painful and I'm like 'hard pass please?"'

Also I think mamograms here are at 50

Finally got a picture of the man who delivered Gally and made sure my sorry ass didn’t die doing it!

pixle: I hope so!