Who I am

Well, as you can see by my profile, I am a married almost 35 year old woman. My husband and I have been married for 8 years, but we have been together for almost 19 years (high school sweethearts). We are still very much in love and are sort of trying to have kids. We were both a lot more ready about three years ago, but I was in a car accident with a local on duty Sheriff's deputy. I was stopped at a red light, and he full on rear ended me. To add insult to injury, it was my 32nd birthday and I had just picked up Italian food for my birthday dinner, which was quickly all over my car. Unfortunately, the accident cause me a lot of problems with my back, arms, legs, and hips. Because it was diagnosed as fibromyalgia, it's been very difficult getting doctors that will treat correctly for it because many people still consider it a hypochondriac's disease, which it is not. But, in the last two months, I have been having some pretty severe abdominal pain, spent a weekend in the hospital, got sent home with nothing really having been done but a barrage of tests that didn't really prove anything. Since that visit, I have dropped another 15 pounds in a month's time (over 45 total since January) and so I was scheduled for gallbladder surgery a month ago. I didn't have any gallstones, but the gallbladder did have some polyps. One month later, that pain is back with a vengance. I mostly can only eat soup and plain white rice, which even those can cause me a lot of pain, too. I have a sneaky feeling this might be another one of those things they'll find in me without a true diagnosis, much like my 24/7 migraines I've had for 15 years. I'm going back to a doctor Wednesday. We'll see how that goes.

My husband works for the local Sheriff's department, he has a great job that he loves most of the time. He has been wonderful taking care of me while I've been recovering from surgery, which I feel bad for because he works 10 hour days and then comes home to have to make his own dinner and do dishes, etc, and many times, make me dinner. I have no appetite, so I fight off eating most of the day until he starts getting so upset with about not eating.

My parents are still alive and live locally to me. I love them dearly, but they drive me up a serious wall. Dad is 78 years old and mom is 66, but you'd swear she was 92 most days. She has a ton of medical problems and the medicines have turned her into a weak, frail pain in the butt. Dad is from Yugoslavia (Croatia) and is very much old school, and has the old school temper to go with it.

I have one younger sister. She exactly two years younger than me to the day. We were both born two days after Christmas. We are quite opposite in tons of ways. In some ways, we look a bit alike, but that is where the similarities end. She has moved across the US to North Carolina, but she is very monitarily and materialy focused (yup, a snob), and if you know anything about Charleston, SC, she would love to only live there if she could be an SOB or even an SNOB. She has a habit of taking other people's lives and telling them how they should live it. I had a good heart to heart talk with her about this some months back, and I thought we were better for it, but she seems to be going back again, only now it's she could care less about my life, only to brag to about how she's working so hard on her sister-in-laws life, and that she's just the best sis-in-law extrodinaire ever. Whatever. And it sucks because I really do miss yer and her husband a lot. They can be fun to be around.

Prior to my accident, I worked for a large local health system in the billing office and then doing radiology scheduling and referrals. I do miss the work, but do not miss the pain of sitting at a desk all day.

Well, it's very late, so I suppose I need to try and go to bed. Why is it that insomnia seems to be the only friend willing to be there for me at all times?