Yes, seriously- a goiter. I know it's a thyroid condition and all, but my goiter is in my belly. I am like a malnourished National Geographic photo. Only I'm far from malnourished. But I'm definitely distended. They warned me of this. Hyperstimulation, they said. Yeah, yeah- I have a goiter. Seriously, when you push my belly, it's hard. I am very sore and it hurts to walk. I'm hoping the bloating, swelling and pain will go away soon. I'm "pushing the fluids"- but what does that mean? Well, my bladder is somehow smooshed in there somewhere and it means I'm peeing all the time. Which by the way, means moving- which I have to say I'm not a fan of.
Combine this with the fact I'm still a little sore on my left side from my first surgery and on the right side from getting my port in- I am a mess.
I feel like it's some fucked up fraternity hazing. They break you down to build you back up. If someone shows up with a sheep- I'm out of here.
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Forget the sheep, I'd be more worried if a couple Tri-Sigs show up at your door and say they're ready for the exchange. Nothing's scary than thirsty and hungry Tri-Sigs...nothing...
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