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Strap In For a Bumpy Ride  

PurplePeach72 51F
5583 posts
7/27/2013 3:03 pm

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8/8/2013 10:07 am

Strap In For a Bumpy Ride


Back on the roller coaster of life for me whether I want to or not. Wednesday was my 41st birthday. This is our last week of our free summer. My Viking surprised me by coming home early with an orange rose, birthday card and asking if I wanted to go float the local river. We’ve been planning on doing that for a couple of weeks but kept getting sidetracked. Of course I said yes so we pumped the tubes, grabbed some drinks, slathered on the sunscreen and bug spray and headed down the road a couple of miles to the Fiume Tesina. We passed a few locals on the 2 mile hike back to the spot where we could get in the river. The looks we got were pretty damned funny. 2 crazy Americans walking in bathing suits carrying tubes must have been quite a sight. The river is tiny compared to what we are used to floating back home. In most spots it is barely more than knee deep. The water is crystal clear and the day was gorgeous. It took us about 2 hours to float the 40 minutes we walked and several times we had to get out and walk around downed trees or shallow spots. The last part of the river is deep but doesn’t move so we had to swim that part to get to our exit point before dark. Next time we won’t be in any hurry so we’ll just take our time. That final push left me with some painful blisters from my water shoes. The nice thing is that the river is pretty shallow and safe so we can do it again with Lil Bit once she gets here. We made it out just before dark and as we were walking back to our car we were hailed by a buddy of the Vikings. He lives over the local pizzeria we had to walk past and the Viking had told him of our plans. All of our American compatriots think floating the river is a great idea the Italians seem to think it is insane…lol…We chatted with him a few minutes and then headed home to change and go out to dinner. Our original dinner plans had to be postponed because it was too late. Then we discovered that plan B was closed and wound up at a local Osteria. We had a very enjoyable dinner and dessert and headed home to happily pass out.

I woke up with the Viking the next morning as he got ready for work to discover that I was bleeding like I had my period. I’d had some spotting last Friday so we were prepared for the possibility of losing this one too. I let him know but planned on keeping my planned schedule for the day unless things got bad. I have Italian Language classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays at lunch time plus that Thursday I also had a physical to determine body composition, strength and flexibility, a power pump class and pottery trimming of the pieces I made at the wheel throwing class last Friday. I called the OB nurse after my Italian class to let them know what was happening and find out what the next step was. I did my physical and the pottery trimming but decided to skip the power pump class since the cramps were starting to get worse. I went home and took a nap while the Viking worked out and then we went to our postponed nice dinner out.

By the time we got home I was flooding and the cramps were miserable. I don’t know how I managed to keep my new dress from getting ruined. That entire night was miserable. I slept for an hour or so in between the severe cramps but was up every few hours. By early Friday morning things were calmed back down to my normal period and I slept all day to make up for the sleep I lost the night before. The Viking had bought us tickets to see Santana in Milan and I was determined not to miss it.

We did make the concert and other than being eaten alive by mosquitos it was great. The cramps ramped back up again last night but the bleeding stayed normal. We got home about 2am grabbed some grub and crashed. I’m still really tired and cramping some but nothing too bad. Emotionally, I was a lot more prepared to deal with this miscarriage than the last one. Having my Viking here with me through all of this makes everything easier. I’m still upset but not devastated like last time. I just hope we can get some answers as to why this keeps happening. I go in for blood work next week to see if my HCG levels are dropping like they should. Hopefully, we can avoid having to have a DNC this time and start doing the tests to see what is going wrong. When we woke up around 11:30am this morning I had an email from SS.

Apparently while we were enjoying the sounds of Santana my little sister was swallowing 100 tramadol trying to kill herself. My older niece was home with her luckily a friend came by to check on her when my sister didn’t answer the phone or texts. She was going into seizures by the time the ambulance arrived and the local hospital medevac’d her by chopper to the Medical Center in the nearest large city. SS was writing because my mom had Lil Bit and she was driving up to take care of my sister with Lil Bit in tow. Poor Lil Bit had to hear all this shit. I suppose I would have gotten to read it on FB if not for SS sending me the email! The hospital got my sister stabilized and they are admitting her to another center for 7-10 days of psych treatment.

Right now the are in 2 different places but my mom plans on getting them both and taking them to Fla with her at least until the treatment facility releases my sister. Frankly, if I were home I’d be making sure she didn’t get her back at all. She too damned selfish and self-absorbed to take care of her own and the younger ’s father’s family is just as toxic as my sister. I feel awful for my nieces and there’s nothing I can do to help from here. I am furious at my sister for putting them and the whole family through this trauma. She has spent the last 6 months to a year wallowing in self-pity instead of finding ways to get her and the out of a bad situation. She wants someone else to come in and fix all her problems so that when life isn’t good she can blame someone else. Now my mom will have to clean up this mess and try to take care of her . I hope my mom isn’t stupid enough to try to take care of Heather too. If she can’t learn to take care of herself no one else is going to be able to save her.

I’m glad Lil Bit will be here next week and away from all of that drama and bullshit. Life here is much more settled emotionally and it will be good for her to see that lots of people live a life that is not drowning in drama, trauma and heartache of their own making.


Kisses,
LA


ABBC12356 41M
2268 posts
1/17/2016 2:04 am

GOOD


BehindMyBlues 58F
15466 posts
7/28/2013 7:19 pm

Sending you hugs L.....so sorry. I hope you get the answers to your questions.

BehindMyBlues


PurplePeach72 replies on 7/29/2013 7:25 am:
Thank you for the hugs Lady Blues I need them about now. I have faith that we will find the answers for the fertility issues and move forward one way or the other. The answers for my poor nieces are going to be much harder to find and a much longer wait to see if they are in fact able to be found. Your being here for me means so much.
Hugs,
L

T_D_H_1982 41M

7/28/2013 3:25 pm

Wow, what a run of rotten luck. I hope that you and Viking are holding up okay with the miscarriage, and that your sister gets some help so that this won't happen again.

And painful as it was to read, thank you for sharing, Peach.


PurplePeach72 replies on 7/29/2013 7:30 am:
I appreciate you reading even when its painful. The writing alone is cathartic for me but knowing people read and empathize is a gift.

The Viking and I are determined to find the answers and move forward no matter what. I know we will be fine. We are rock solid.

My worry is more for my nieces than my sister. Sad as it is there is nothing more any of us can do for my sister. She has to decide whether or not she wants to live and no one can make her. Her girls deserve better than this and I am fighting to keep the family focused on getting them the help they need to survive this and growth to be healthy strong women who can break out of this multi-generational cycle of abuse.

Thank you for reading and being here.
Hugs,
L

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