A couple of things happened. First, I emailed a friend who just happens to be my previous OB/GYN and basically asked her if I had cancer. And she responded- immediately- that based on what I told her (and you'll have to trust me that I went into an embarrassing amount of detail) that I DEFINITELY DID NOT have IBC. Which I found reassuring since I thought for sure she'd say "It's probably nothing but you should be seen by your doctor", or something along those lines.
Second, I woke Saturday morning with all the redness and streaking gone. Now do YOU think IBC would make such miraculous improvements in such a short time? (Actually, I have no idea if it can... and I'll be damned if I'm going to try to find out.)
So anyway. No more internet doctoring for me. A bid you adieu, Dr. Google.
Additionally, I can't believe it's Sunday night already. I'm feeling like a jerk for being all "Zoh! I zink I haz da CANZER!" and then disappearing for 2 days.
But truly, we were home for about 10 minutes- total- this weekend. And do you want to know what we did in those ten minutes? (Spoiler: I'm going to tell you anyway.) We mowed the yard, washed/folded/put away 9 loads of laundry, cleaned our house from top to bottom, and completely rearranged/cleaned/organized Joan and Kate's room.
In TEN MINUTES.
Which just goes to show you (well, ME) that when we want to be productive, we can be productive. I think perhaps we had so much momentum, that it never even occurred to us to slow down.
[We also put around 200 miles on the minivan, participated in the MS Walk, went grocery shopping 2x, delivered around 15 May baskets, drove the girls to Barf E Cheese for a bday party, had an art show (for J & K) and a gymnastics class (for M), and had dinner with friends.]
We are definitely a family that works best- and most efficiently- under pressure. Which makes me wonder how many days of retirement it'll take us to transform ourselves into gelatinous balls of goo, due to lazy, unscheduled days...
So, anyway, here's to ending a busy and happy weekend thankful for good health and deliciously tired. Cheers!
6 comments:
I'm so glad you're okay.
My mom had IBC. Having lived through that long 11 year journey, I will say I am very glad it's not what you have. And haven't you learned by now that you shouldn't seek medical advice on the Internet :-)
Glad you don't have cancer! Even though I never thought you did, I am sure it must have been scary for you.
It's funny now looking back at your previous post how most (me included) wished you a fever rather than for it to just go away. So glad the latter happened. Dr. Google has ruined more than one weekend for me, too.
I'm sure internet doctoring has saved a few lives, but I bet it has stressed out many MILLIONS of people unnecessarily, too.
You know, not that I plan to stop Googling anytime soon, but just so we all know...
I'm so glad you're ok and feeling better and presumably not dying anytime soon!
Also, I haven't been that productive in about two years. I am full of admiration.
I am also very, very glad you don't have cancer... but you can't just let one incident make you betray using google for medical advice. They have saved me a lot of money in doctor bills. Also, how was that bday party?
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