u/MarelyFunctional

So, I had to get a colonoscopy the other day and nobody told me to stop taking my blood thinners beforehand. Should I have known better? Probably. Did it cross my mind even once? Absolutely not. We get there, everything goes fine, except they take ✨✨24 biopsies✨✨, including removing a good few polyps. My husband noticed when I stood up afterward that the pad underneath me is covered in blood, which probably should've been our first clue that perhaps all was not well.

Unfortunately, I was high as a kite from anesthesia and absolutely fucking STARVING, so my only concern was getting out of that bitch and acquiring chicken. We go to Raising Cane's, which is conveniently next to a Circle K. Before we eat, I'm like, "Chill, I gotta go to the bathroom."

TMI, but I sit down and there is blood. Everywhere. Fucking. Everywhere. And it is NOT stopping.

Now, in my heavily sedated state, I apparently decided that the solution to active gastrointestinal hemorrhaging was... toilet paper. So I'm sitting in a Circle K bathroom trying to apply toilet paper to the situation like I'm patching a bullet wound in the Civil War. Shockingly, this does not work. Instead, I now have fucking BUTT blood all over my hands.

At this point, the one remaining functional neuron in my brain clocks in for its shift and I make the executive decision that perhaps we should return to the hospital. So I stumble over to the sink looking like Lady Macbeth, and before I can even turn the water on, this MAN comes absolutely SPRINTING into the bathroom.

Naturally, I assume I'm about to become the victim of a second medical emergency, so I throw my bloody hands up and SHOVE HIM. This poor man immediately goes, "I'M SO SORRY! I'm used to the other Circle K down the street where the men's bathroom is first.."

Then he looks at me.

Then he looks at my hands. that at this point are still on him by the way

Then back at me.

"Oh my God, ma'am, what the fuck?? Are you bleeding?? Are you okay?? What's going on?!"

And apparently my anesthesia-addled brain searched through every possible explanation for why I was standing in a Circle K bathroom covered in my own blood and selected: "I'm on my period, sorry" And then I just fucking stumbled out. I stumbled tf out????!!

So somewhere out there is a man who believes he accidentally walked in on a woman experiencing the most catastrophic menstrual cycle in recorded human history. Meanwhile, I walked through an entire Circle K with Rectal confetti on my own two hands, found my husband, went back to the hospital, and ultimately needed a blood transfusion.And I never even got to eat my Raising Cane's :(((((

Moral of the story: if you know you're getting multiple polypectomies during a colonoscopy, make sure your doctor knows you're on blood thinners. Just make sure your doctor always knows you're on blood thinners actually.

🍨food is froyo!! so good🍨

What a handsome guy, not to mention an entrepreneur!

It needed to happen. So, backstory: we’ve had our dog, Bear, for about 4 years. He was a rescue, and throughout those 4 years he’s been a major bite risk to pretty much everyone. It honestly wasn’t that big of an issue for us because we’ve both worked with dogs before, and whenever anyone came over, he was safely secured in an impact crate. That system worked really well for us.

Then I had a cardiac arrest, and my life went upside down. I’m now on blood thinners, I have very little energy or strength, and I physically can’t give Bear the one-on-one time and work that he needs. We tried everything we could think of. We even sent him to a very highly recommended trainer for 3 months, and unfortunately there was no improvement.

Fast forward to today, and Bear bit me pretty badly on my leg. It wasn’t the first time, but this time I couldn’t physically pull him off of me. My husband had reached his limit, and honestly, I can’t blame him. Our shelter(we have a great relationship with them) has always told us they would take Bear back and put him permanently with an animal rehabber, so I went to the hospital while my husband took Bear to the shelter.

I am absolutely devastated. I feel like I’ve failed him. I feel like I let him down, and the worst part is that I fucking love this dog. He’s a great dog. He’s sweet and funny and I love him so much. He just has these completely unpredictable moments where something switches and he lashes out, and we’ve never been able to figure out why. And of course, this is happening while we’re already in the middle of moving and dealing with a million other stressful things, so I think everything is just hitting me all at once. I don’t blame my husband at all. As much as it hurts, I genuinely think it needed to happen. I just can’t stop blaming myself for not being able to do more for Bear.

I know we tried. I know we gave him chances. I know we did everything we could think of. But knowing that doesn’t make me feel any less fucking defeated right now.

Dinner is veggies and a hotdog on bread because that's all I got

Jazzy is currently on a spacelevel dose of sedatives after she wouldn't sit still for an x-ray at the vet🫠(she's totally okay, just dramatic)

It goes way down. I've had the app for a while, and I just feel like I talk to people for a bit, then they kind of dip off. I don't know if that's normal or if I'm just really bad at making friends😭

So my FIL has been staying with my husband and me for the last few days to help get our house ready to sell. I really am grateful for the help because it's a huge project, but he's been doing little things that have been making me so uncomfortable.

He's always been pretty misogynistic, which I've usually just rolled my eyes at, but the timing couldn't be worse. I've been dealing with some pretty serious health issues and have a major surgery next week, so I'm in the middle of pre-op. I'm also temporarily off my blood thinners, and my doctors have been very clear that I need to take it easy.

Today he announced that while he was working outside, it was my job to make sure his cup never got close to empty. We're in the middle of a heatwave, and being outside is hard on me right now, so I asked my husband if he'd just text me whenever his dad needed more water. My husband basically went, "Absolutely not. He's a grown man. He can get his own water." A few hours later my FIL came inside and complained that he'd run out of water. I apologized, filled it back up, and moved on. Then later he was using a saw and yelled for me to come vacuum... while he was actively still cutting wood. So I stood there vacuuming for like 25 minutes while he continued making more sawdust. When my husband got home, he asked why I was even vacuuming, and my FIL laughed and said something like, "Isn't she silly? Vacuuming while I'm still working." It made me feel so stupid because... you told me to do it.

The hard part is that I know if I tell my husband everything, he'll absolutely stand up for me. He's already gotten onto his dad this visit for making little comments about how I don't clean enough or don't cook enough or am spoiled. But their relationship is already rocky, and despite everything, my husband loves his dad. He's sacrificed so much for me over the years that I don't want to be the reason things get even worse between them. At the same time, I'm honestly getting really tired of feeling like I'm expected to play maid while recovering from serious health issues. I know I'm probably not overreacting, but I also don't know if this is a battle worth picking or if I should just survive the next few days until he leaves:/