Bingeable shows? / update
To those waiting on responses I’m sorry this is easier for now.
What was supposed to be a minor surgery with a simple two-week recovery—to remove one ovary because of a cancerous mass—turned into something I never saw coming.
Complications forced a second surgery. They had to take my uterus.
I don’t have the words. I feel hollow.
The pain is overwhelming. The meds they sent me home with don’t touch it. What they gave me in the hospital barely worked, and now I’m left to deal with this—alone, exhausted, and hurting. But still… I’m home. I guess that counts for something.
I’m trying to hold it together, but emotionally, I’m wrecked. Numb. I keep replaying everything, asking how this happened. How everything changed so fast. One moment I was preparing to heal, and the next… it feels like something was stolen from me.
I’ll be pretty useless for a while. A month, maybe more. If you know anything good to binge, send it my way. I’ll probably sleep through most of the next few days anyway.
Hospitals take everything out of you—and rest is the last thing you get there. I’m finally home, but it doesn’t feel like peace. Not yet.
I’m just so tired. So tired and so sad.
What was supposed to be a minor surgery with a simple two-week recovery—to remove one ovary because of a cancerous mass—turned into something I never saw coming.
Complications forced a second surgery. They had to take my uterus.
I don’t have the words. I feel hollow.
The pain is overwhelming. The meds they sent me home with don’t touch it. What they gave me in the hospital barely worked, and now I’m left to deal with this—alone, exhausted, and hurting. But still… I’m home. I guess that counts for something.
I’m trying to hold it together, but emotionally, I’m wrecked. Numb. I keep replaying everything, asking how this happened. How everything changed so fast. One moment I was preparing to heal, and the next… it feels like something was stolen from me.
I’ll be pretty useless for a while. A month, maybe more. If you know anything good to binge, send it my way. I’ll probably sleep through most of the next few days anyway.
Hospitals take everything out of you—and rest is the last thing you get there. I’m finally home, but it doesn’t feel like peace. Not yet.
I’m just so tired. So tired and so sad.
