Emergency surgery.

April 1st of this year I woke up from anesthesia on an emergency room hospital bed. My body didn’t feel like my body. I felt so weak and in constant pain. I had to get a part of my body removed for if I hadn’t I would have died. My appendix had burst and so I signed a paper for consent to be cut into and off to surgery I went. In result, I am alive with three incursions. One cut into my belly button. Another on my left lower section of my abdomen. And lastly, one on my pelvis.

I went on home after surgery but every way I moved, sneezed, or laughed I couldn’t escape the stabbing pains. And today, three months later my lower core still gets some stabbing pains especially after a core workout. But I am truly grateful. I am alive. The amount of pain I had experienced were as bad as some severe cramps so I didn’t think more of it. That was until I couldn’t breathe from the pain. And I immediately grabbed my phone to get help.

And with patience and time, I am healing and getting back to being me. The body is an amazing thing. It tells us when something is wrong. It is our job to listen to it.