So, I was coming back, right? I somehow lost 3 months. Not sure how that happened, but I'm going to try again.
September 10th was a dark day. I went to work knowing that a layoff was coming, but it couldn't hit my department. We all worked great together and we were all needed. Maybe one person if absolutely necessary, but that's it. Wrong! As soon as I got the call to come downstairs I knew what was happening. Myself, one person in my dept., and my boss - The Best Boss EVER were all laid off. Apparently names were drawn from a hat. I've never been in that position before, and it was awful. By the time I hit the parking lot I had already contacted one of my vendors to see if they had an opening, and had an interview the next day. I was unemployed a total of 5 days. While my vendor did want to hire me, they took too long to make an offer. I ended up back at the same campus, just a different division. Didn't lose any of my benefits, vacation time, or seniority. It was actually a promotion, and the best decision I could've made. I love what I do even more than my previous position, which is hard to believe.
I was here for just about 2 months when I had to take 2 weeks off. Last April I was diagnosed with uterine fibroids (by the way, does anyone know how big your uterus is supposed to be? I do now!), and had the option to take them out via hysterectomy. I was all for that, so we scheduled the surgery for Nov 20. Normally, they tell you to take 6 weeks off; I opted for 2. So I go in for pre-op the day before and he's pushing around and thinks my uterus has doubled in size since April, and I'm going to need a vertical incision. I had already read up on it and expected the vertical incision, however when he said so we can keep going up as far as we need to I thought am I going to end up with a zipper?
Surgery day. I've never been admitted into a hospital before, but my sister-in-law is a pro so she flew down to be with me. I remember scooting off the gurney onto the table, and I was out. Woke up very upset at having the oxygen mask on, which turned out to be a theme. Didn't like the tubes in my nose either. When I got into my room, my sister and husband were there waiting for me. The first thing I was told was that my uterus was just fine - no tumors. But, and there is a but, they did remove a football sized tumor that had its' own blood supply attached to my abdominal wall. After pathology got through with it, we found it was benign, but also over 7lbs and 9x9x5 inches. So I basically had been carrying around a baby for who knows how long.
I left the hospital in 48 hours and had a miserable week with about 30 staples in my belly. The minute the staples came out I was feeling 10x better. One more week bored out of my mind and I was back at work, then released fully 12/30.
You'd think in the amount of time I've been away that more would be going on, but nope. That's about it. So I leave you with this picture from the blizzard in Chicago 5 years ago. This is part of the reason we left there. It was high 70's last weekend.
September 10th was a dark day. I went to work knowing that a layoff was coming, but it couldn't hit my department. We all worked great together and we were all needed. Maybe one person if absolutely necessary, but that's it. Wrong! As soon as I got the call to come downstairs I knew what was happening. Myself, one person in my dept., and my boss - The Best Boss EVER were all laid off. Apparently names were drawn from a hat. I've never been in that position before, and it was awful. By the time I hit the parking lot I had already contacted one of my vendors to see if they had an opening, and had an interview the next day. I was unemployed a total of 5 days. While my vendor did want to hire me, they took too long to make an offer. I ended up back at the same campus, just a different division. Didn't lose any of my benefits, vacation time, or seniority. It was actually a promotion, and the best decision I could've made. I love what I do even more than my previous position, which is hard to believe.
I was here for just about 2 months when I had to take 2 weeks off. Last April I was diagnosed with uterine fibroids (by the way, does anyone know how big your uterus is supposed to be? I do now!), and had the option to take them out via hysterectomy. I was all for that, so we scheduled the surgery for Nov 20. Normally, they tell you to take 6 weeks off; I opted for 2. So I go in for pre-op the day before and he's pushing around and thinks my uterus has doubled in size since April, and I'm going to need a vertical incision. I had already read up on it and expected the vertical incision, however when he said so we can keep going up as far as we need to I thought am I going to end up with a zipper?
Surgery day. I've never been admitted into a hospital before, but my sister-in-law is a pro so she flew down to be with me. I remember scooting off the gurney onto the table, and I was out. Woke up very upset at having the oxygen mask on, which turned out to be a theme. Didn't like the tubes in my nose either. When I got into my room, my sister and husband were there waiting for me. The first thing I was told was that my uterus was just fine - no tumors. But, and there is a but, they did remove a football sized tumor that had its' own blood supply attached to my abdominal wall. After pathology got through with it, we found it was benign, but also over 7lbs and 9x9x5 inches. So I basically had been carrying around a baby for who knows how long.
I left the hospital in 48 hours and had a miserable week with about 30 staples in my belly. The minute the staples came out I was feeling 10x better. One more week bored out of my mind and I was back at work, then released fully 12/30.
You'd think in the amount of time I've been away that more would be going on, but nope. That's about it. So I leave you with this picture from the blizzard in Chicago 5 years ago. This is part of the reason we left there. It was high 70's last weekend.
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