Tomorrow morning is my follow up appointment with the surgeon. I don’t think I am going to learn anything I don’t already know, but I am a little nervous to hear it from his lips.

I can’t believe it has been two weeks. I’m still dealing with a lot of fatigue. It doesn’t take much to wear me out. I’m sore, especially if I move too quickly. Surprisingly they decided not to make an incision on the side of my abdomen where the rupture happened, instead opting to enter from the other side. So ironically the area where the rupture actually occurred doesn’t hurt at all. The opposite side however is still rather sore, not the incision, but everything inside. The scars aren’t looking too bad, and the bruising is starting to fade.

I’m still trying to wrap my mind around how quickly this all happened, how fast my day to day life got derailed and put on hold. I really feel blindsided. But I’m thankful it wasn’t worse and I’m grateful for the continued love and support of the people around me.