I was embarrassed when I saw the date on the last blog post. I can't believe it has been so long, but then I recall all that has transpired from then 'til now and I don't feel quite as bad. They say that time flies when you are having fun. I would also argue that time flies when you are experiencing unexpected life events, making major life decisions, and trying to keep it all together.
My last post was pre first boxing match debut. I was able to fight. I had an amazing time. I lost. The girl was an amazing fighter. Will I do it again? If time and circumstance allow? Absolutely!
Post fight I continued to feel really sluggish and continued with the weight gain. I blamed it on my schedule and lack of exercise after the fight. Here's where things got crazy... I went in for a very routine medical procedure, which went very well. BUT, in the recovery room I decided to cause some trouble :) I went into respiratory arrest caused by a laryngospasm for about 3 minutes. This resulted in me having some fluid in my lungs and low oxygen levels for a bit.
I thought that was the end of the story, but it is never that simple. The took an x-ray in recovery because my oxygen levels kept dipping - totally normal procedure. I received a phone call about two weeks later from the CT department letting me know that date of my scan?! What scan? Ummm. So, apparently when they did the x-ray there where some "suspicious" shadows/nodules in my chest and I needed to come in for a CT to rule out any thing big and bad (tumors). Well, wasn't this just helping me feel all relaxed and happy. Meanwhile, I was still so tired I could hardly get out of bed in the morning, so that made me feel even more like something must be wrong. While I waited for the CT my family doctor (because I finally stopped being stubborn and went to see her) ordered some routine blood work.
I had my CT. It was normal. I can breathe again. I got the results of my blood work and low and behold my TSH (thyroid) level was abnormal again. So, an increase in my synthroid had me feeling slightly less sluggish over the next few weeks. I decided that I was going to try to start exercising again to boost my energy as well. I also decided I don't ever want to have another chest x-ray!
In the midst of all of this, I received a letter from UNB saying I had been accepted into the Master of Nursing, Nurse Practitioner Program. Crap! This is a big decision to make. I know that this is what I want to do, but can we afford it? Am I smart enough? Do I have enough time? I did the logical thing and put the letter away for awhile. If I said yes, I would have to resign from my position at DMNB early. I would have to figure out the finances. So. Many. Decisions.
I said yes. I have spent the last two months trying to organizing my life. Simon and I have tried to figure out where we can cut corners financially. I can't tell you how many forms I have filled out. I have secured placement for one of my practicums (next fall), but I don't know who I will do a practicum with this fall. I will be said to say good bye to DMNB and I hope that it isn't good bye forever. In a very short while I will be a grad student and that both excites and terrifies me! One the best parts is, I get to shop for school supplies :)
I hope that over the next months my family and I adapt to this change. It will be a steep learning curve for all of us, but I think we can do it! Until next time...