Can you believe?

Through all this times, I was never really sick. Think my body didn't had time. All the work, the drugs and thoughts. Yes my mind was never stopping to work, even when I was sleeping.
Martin, a friend of mine can be my witness. I went to vacation with him to Gran Canaria one time and was telling him a lot of things while I was sleeping.
The sleepwalking also didn't stop for a long time but the allergic asthma was disappearing by itself.
But a really sickness I never had in that time. (once they told me I might have cancer, but after they made a check, means cutting a pice out, they found out that it was only Toxoplasmose). I crashed when my life got finally quiet. Strange.
After leaving my house I was already wondering, why I was so tired and was also not fighting for a little more money for my house.
Anyways I was single and one more time did what I wanted. I started a distance relationship again (my speciality, lol) and there it happend. One night a condom accident and ... pregnant. Lost that one very fast in the 6 week.
Normal the doctors said. Try it again.
So I made all checks and we tried again. half year later - pregnant (Twins :-o)
I was so happy. First my body killed the first egg. When the bleeding was starting it was so strong and didn't stop until also the second egg was out. Lost it in the bathroom. The shock to see this bubble (like a golfball) with a little worm inside is terrible. I was calling my doctor.
You are healthy it was only an accident. (How many accidents more in my life).

I knew I was not healthy. The panic attacks were coming back, stronger than ever before. My heart was running when I wanted to sleep. I was afraid to die.
A specialist found out that my thyroid was complete out of control, manipulating my heart, my hormons everything. They tried to control it with medicine but without big success. After one year suffering and those two aborts I forced them now to take my thyroid out. I remember I told them: I informed myself that a lot of people are living without and if you guys don't cut it out, I will. I am tired of taking Betablockers for the heart and Thyroidblockers.

The Boss of the hospital wanted to do the OP. He said he is the best for those OP and he will do it after his vacation. I said you might be the best, but if the secondbest needs some practice and can do it know. Let's fucking do it know.
The first OP with a general anaesthetic in my life. Now I was scared.

The evening before, I wanted to stay relaxed at home with my cat. (remember, the second one, my ex wanted to keep was still disappeared).
My phone was ringing. I answered. The home for animals. They found a cat what is matching to the search description I was giving to them after my ex told me one day that his cat is gone since 5 months.
I told them, I am having an operation tomorrow. Can you keep the cat for a week.
No, they were full with babycats and anyways I had to find out if it really was the second cat. So I drove up there and guess.... it was cookie. After I saw him, I had to take him with me.

What a disaster. My distance relationship was on the way to come and take car of one cat. He never got to know the second one. Cookie was never in the appartment and hasn't seen my Gismo for almost a year. Would they fight in my little appartment while I am in the hospital?

Was for having a breakdown 6 hours before my surgery.

I arrived at home opened the catbox and Cookie was getting out. I will never forget that moment. A new appartment he has never seen. But there was Gismo... and he remembered close to Gismo there was always the very good fodder. So he walked towards Gismo, said hello and turned around to search the food. Half hour only the noice of him eating. After he went under the bed and slept.

I made some calls to inform my parents and my boyfriend about Cookie.

I went to bed late and had to get up early.

Actually I had no time to think about the surgery.

At the hospital I only had time to put my stuff in the room and change cloth.

The first injection and I was gone. I was dreaming while they were giving me the surgery. I remember I woke up and they told me to sleep again. Annother injection and I slept again. Next time I woke up I was at the intensive care and bitching because I had to do pipi and wanted to change my OB.

Somehow they managed it. Don't remember.

In my room I woke up in a bed way to short for my legs. Was bitching again. The doctors said my voice is very good and clear (because there is a little chance of destroying your voice during the surgery). Some things will never change :-)
I relaxed a little, my throat was hurting like shit - but my heart, only those peacefull little heartbeats. A full success.

I recovered so fast and I was so happy that my heart and everything was back to normal, nobody can imagine. Until today I never had problems again. I take my 100 microgramms Thyroxin the day, because my body cannot produce it anymore. I consider it not even medicine because for me is giving my body something he needs and cannot produce anymore. Is like taking vitamins, only more important.

Maybe that is the price I had to pay for my life.
I am full recoverd and healthy, never was sick again after that. Hope it stays like this.