Got a Bowling Ball in my Stomach

It's funny how life can just suddenly sweep up and blow past you in a blink of an eye. So much as happened, as it always seems to do in my life. Last time I posted, things seemed to be going well, good as planned, and my hopes had returned. Then I started to get sick again. It seemed for the longest time to just be a pain in the ass, recurring thing that would eventually go away. However, that was not the case, lucky me! Turns out I had pancreatitis ... yippie! A week in the hospital, whole bunches of morphine and I'm still waiting for surgery.

The best part though, had to be that a week before I ended up in hospital, I got fired from my job. Okay so that isn't the best part, the best part is how stupid my former employers showed themselves to be. The fired me for taking too many sick days. They were heading into their busiest season and needed someone "reliable" who could be in attendance 100% of the time. First of all ... I don't care who you are, you will never find someone to work for you who will NEVER be sick, or NEVER require a day off.

So then, my boss decides that as a gesture of good will towards me, she will allow me to stay on at work for the remainder of the month (October) in order to help me out by keeping me with an income while I look for a new job. What she didn't tell me is that I would be training my replacement, which wouldn't have bothered me so much except that they had already hired her! My boss had this whole conversation with me one hour before close on a Thursday, and my replacement was coming in for training at 11am the next day! Even under proper circumstances (where I wasn't being fired) that is not enough time to prepare to train someone for that position.

So I bit my tongue and did what I could to train this poor girl. My boss decided to tell everyone that I quit, instead of being fired so that "no one would gossip about me" ... ?? Seriously, in the end, who would end up looking worse as the result of such "gossip"? Me? No, I don't think so, I think it would have been them. So I told everyone the truth. Fuck em I say! And I was right, they looked like the asses, not me.

Getting back to the good part ... a week after they fired me, while I'm still training this girl, I wake up in such pain that I give my husband two options, get me to a hospital NOW or kill me fast! So, we get to hospital, and with a little projectile vomiting at triage, I got fast tracked into a bed in emerg. 12 hours later, I'm being checked in to GI Oncology with enough Morphine and Gravol in my system to kill a horse, being told I need surgery. My gallbladder has to be removed because it is shooting gallstones into my pancreas and causing my pancreas to inflame and be so infected that my body isn't processing a single thing that I've been putting into it for the last few months, and lastly, my liver has also developed fatty tissue.

So the liver situation isn't bad, and the doctors think it will reverse itself eventually. However, until the gallbladder is removed, I'm looking at a revolving situation of pain mass indigestion until the surgery ... which we don't know when is happening yet ... go Ontario health system!!

I have to say though, calling my boss while pumped full of drugs and telling her all this made the pain worth it! She was actually speechless and I could hear the "oh my god, I feel like such an ass for firing you now" wheels turning in her head. Teeheeheehee.

Well ... that's enough for me today. There will be more soon, I got tons of therapy revelations that have come to the surface lately, as well as the whole "what do I do for work now" thing that is developing.