March has been very busy. I have been taking care of my grandfather post hip replacement surgery and it’s been fun as well as hard work for me. Especially with the change in routine. I was feeling so unwell while I was there. The week I stayed over there was of course the week of ovulation so I was cramping and feeling so nauseous and not hungry and then super hungry. I’m glad I’ve got to spend so much time with my grandfather but it’s been a real struggle getting myself back onto my routine here.

I haven’t been sleeping well and my bowel movements have been black. I believe it is because of the iron pills my new doctor has got me taking. I tried to tell him that I have only had issues with them in the past. I am going to need to book an appointment because I am now also having a strange and new breast pain on my left side, I hope to stick it out with this new doctor. He is young (so he won’t retire right away), he’s nice and the office is located walking distance even in pain from where we plan on buying our condo. I just hate how we are going to need to go through my medications and long list of health issues.

I don’t love how growing older is basically just finding a series of drugs that will work. You need this for iron, but you’ll need this for constipation and then you need this because that combo will upset the stomach but then the third thing may cause nausea so you’ll want to take a Gravol as well. I don’t look forward to that aspect of surgery recovery. I especially dread the need for taking and even just prescribing narcotics. I hope to ask for non-narcotics pain management medications. I don’t want to feel loopy or high while I’m healing my organs back into place.

It was at least kind of reassuring to see my grandpa’s post operation and healing despite the procedure and recovery being very much so different in nature. It feels as if he went first to show me it is safe. It of course is not like that and its just a coincidence of timings but I still found it comforting to help him recover even though it was hard. I don’t know why I didn’t expect medication management to be a huge part of his care. It was up to 12 pills a day with all the antibiotics and pain, nausea, constipation combinations. They basically just do the surgery then slap ya on the bum and send people home the same day of hip and knee replacements, and I’ve been advised that I may need to stay in hospital up to a full week after mine.

I’m growing closer to calling and bothering them again at the office. It’s just I still haven’t heard anything since November. And we are now at the 7/12 months based on the estimated twelve month wait times. It’s so scary because we’re moving hopefully in August and there feels like a lot going on and a lot I want to do in the next few months. Like I’d love to take a road trip with my sister in June to explore local areas linked to our heritage. I am also waiting to get a puppy till after the surgery so hopefully it is before we move so I can get her right away.

I’m just so excited to move on from this life where I am forced to live based on my uterus. The bloating has been unreasonable lately as well. I can’t see my feet when I look down at times. I want to be active and I want to feel good.