"Sooo...this is the moment where I could look back on my life and say this is where it all went downhill, the great demise began..." I asked, my gaze meeting hers. "Yes." She said.
DEEP. FUCKING. BREATHE, ARI, DEEP. BREATHE.
"Okay, papers please."
"You are absolutely sure?
"Okay, i'm ready to sign."
I signed because despite all the complications she described, it was that or stay at the state I am at now that will only worsen and will lead to no mobility and being dependent on pain meds. So whatever happens from here, I am choosing my best shot at a FUNCTIONING life. For me that does not entail hopping from bed to couch and hallway to bed... that is no way to live for me. I am going to be an OCD specialist, and the best damn one in my field someday, just you wait and see ( : and if not, I died trying to obtain something I loved and believed in to the core. And, I may even get to look fabulous in a pair of heels (sp?) doing it ; ) I would be lying if I said I was not riddled with anxiety over the procedure, however.
Dr. Spencer will be doing a debulking surgery on my ankle and foot on January 26th.
Below are just a few pictures from my hospitalization late December that I promised to post a few posts back. I was hospitalized for Cellulitis in my buttock/thigh region. Sending you all so much love! - Arianna
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