So life has returned to a relative normal state.
I am down to going to the doctors once a week to once ever other week, with one of my doctors and once a month with the other.
Yeah yeah yeah.
::does victory dance::
I mean it's pretty exciting.. in comparison to twice a week.
Dr. D she is my physical therapist now... and she told me that my pelvis is calming down...
Goals. You have to love it when your doctor can track your pelvic muscle on a computer.
I am supposed to go "potty" with a stool now like a 6 year old's who feet can reach the floor...
This is real. I don't have a stool though. It really doesn't go with my bathroom decor. So instead I just try to prop my feet up on the tub, a stall door, toilet paper holder, the wall; really anything that's readily available to me.
You are welcome for that killer visual.
The shame I have ever had for talking about anything to do with my body is completely gone.
I might still be uncomfortable with the way I look or other things in regards to my physical appearance but, what happens to my body due to this...
I don't want people to be scared to talk about what happens to their bodies because it is scary. It's absolutely terrifying. Especially when there is nothing about it out there. People are too worried about what others will think.
Screw it. This is me.
Here is a minor update in the life of Ole Kels....
Doing real good with the big girl job.
Started seeing this pretty decent individual.
Going to Colorado with the Fam.
I still don't like wheat bread.
I got roofied recently.
My sister is getting married in less than a month.
And I have to make a speech at it...