New Year in the Gurney
So at 6:47am on New Year’s Eve, I woke up with the worst pain I’ve felt in my life in my upper abdomen (no—I hadn’t been partying or drinking any alcohol). I couldn’t walk well, and I could hardly breathe. I threw up pink froth and was disoriented. My family helped me get to the ER, where I was admitted. I stayed at the hospital through the New Years weekend and Monday. From then until now, I have lost 8 pounds (at least I’m off to a good start for the year in that regard) and had more than 30 vials of blood drawn for tests and retests—three ultrasounds (I’m still waiting for some of the results). It’s a bit funny, but after a bit—during one of the blood draws—the blood basically slowed to a couple of meager drops. After monitoring the pattern of my liver enzymes (which were significantly high), I was allowed to go home (albeit my enzymes were still very high, but less than the initial) given downward trend. Cholestisis, side effect of my medications, autoimmune disease—no one is certain at this point of what caused the acute incident. But at least infection has been ruled out so far!
I’ve been home since Monday night, and I still am not feeling recovered. But I’ve turned my attention to some planning, some course prep, convincing my body it needs to eat, and determining what I’m going to do when Saturn visits on January 7th (in my natal chart, Saturn is in Aquarius, if you’re curious). I’m also planning a better way to organize my life! I’ve thought of some candles, crystals and perhaps ceremonial Nicaraguan cacao drink. Virgo pleasures.
Have a wonderful 2023, my readers. Thank you for being a part of this community. I’m looking forward to planning more content and shifting some things around on Embrace of Violets.
Cheers,
Olivia M.
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