Slightly hesitant about posting this but what’s the point of having a blog if you can’t share a modicum of craziness now and again. Oh, I know what you’re thinking:
Geek, your WHOLE blog is a modicum of craziness.
Okay. I agree. Back to the topic. Remember one of the items I dragged to the hospital before my Uterine Fibroid Embolization was a composition notebook. Used it to jot down stuff so my posts would be at least partially objective. Well, after reading parts of it, there is no doubt that I am certifiably odd.
It started the day of the procedure. Once I settled into my room, started rubbing my Buddha and recording observations. First thing I analyzed was my room number. I’m a firm believer that signs, symbols, and numbers have meaning. Not obsessed by it but I do notice.
4224. Did the whole “4+2+2+4=12 and 1+2=3” thing and was happy by the result. I liked the number 3. To me, it signified mind/body/spirit and also the number of sides in a triangle. A triangle (Delta) represented change and change, in this case, was good. That’s as far as I took it. No big revelation of destiny because I would have found meaning in any number but it was pretty cool that it turned out to be 3.
Next thought. A flower popped into my brain so I drew it. Normally think of hearts. I can always find several scattered throughout my notes. A flower with 7 petals was peculiar.
Tossed around the hypothesis that I was perhaps not quite human and recorded a few observations to substantiate my claim:
- the nurses had trouble finding my veins to insert the IV
- a Doppler probe had to be used to find a pulse in each of my feet
- I could not seem to get warm
- my husband was an undertaker
(#4 probably had more to do with my husband specifically and not that he was a mortician.)
One of the last things I scribbled before the UFE was a message to my fibroids. I acknowledged that I loved them because they were a part of me but they had to take one for the team. I could no longer function with them so the fibroids had to die. I asked that they not fight back. Just to die quietly and not cause much pain.
Also had several thoughts the day after…