Kathleen’s medical madness journey

03/21/2026

My new doctor just text me on a Saturday to just check in and to ask if I wanted their appointments lady to set up my appointments she wants for me. IV infusions biweekly and a full psych work up to make sure I’m on the best meds for me and there isn’t something hiding behind the PTSD/anxiety. It feels weird. I’ve never had 2 good docs in a row. Also, why am I like this:

03/20/2026

Oh boy. it's been a minute and I apologize for that. This years liverversary hit me hard in a bad way like I said in an earlier post. I was down and a little depressed for some reason. I'm thinking since I started reading "the The Body Keeps the Score: Brain, Mind, and Body in the Healing of Trauma I think I was more raw for it this year. we didn't do anything. I didn't want to go out and make a big deal so we ordered in and watched a movie if I remember correctly.

The mice bu****it is done. They still have to monitor traps to see when they are gone gone, but the attics have been completely cleaned out, sanitized and refilled with the CORRECT amount of insulation this time. that did in fact come to 13k

The main bathroom is ripped up and dried out we are now still waiting for the renovation side to get their s**t together.

Liam's car was totaled and a Derby type guy took it to be in his derby so that's interesting. He is currently looking for another affordable car but is stuck in a catch 22 since Door dash is his current job.

Joseph made it through another quarter of High School and thriving in his lifting and his fashion designs.

Clayton is stressed and working. He's had a few appts here and there and is doing pretty well. Just SSUUUPER stressed about money being the only money maker right now.

Now me, I got a new doc at a new company called Sparty Pants, It's basically like a concierge. I have seen her once so far. it was an hour long appt to go over my history and anything new going on, what my concerns are, what Claytons are and in what order would we like to tackle them. Then I have text her back and forth a few times already, mostly about my tiredness and she is putting me on a new medication for Chronic Fatigue Syndrome flare. So hopefully that works. As much as sleeping is amazing living is more amazing. Plus I'm gettin very anxious and guilty about not interacting with the family. I think there were 2 days where I didn't see any of them. It's never been this bad before. Another thing I did recently was go to the ER yay! Clayton came with me this time probably just so he could have awake time with me lol I was in a LOT of pain and thought it might be a blockage again. They couldn't find the reason but he said it was good I came in because my heart rate and bood pressure were through the roof because of the pain. It took 3 rounds of morphine to get my blood pressure mostly normal but by hr was still 103. but they sent me home on Bentyl.

Alright, I think that's all. Wait no, somehow during all the sleepiness I decided to volunteer for The bands assessment for then year. It was really good to see all the kids! and I wish I could post more fun pics from that but ... minors. so maybe not.

03/03/2026

02/28/2026

Year 13 hasn’t started all that great. Bathroom that will cost 4k, the car that we don’t know how much it will cost, my doc leaving suddenly is a HUGE overdraft of my emotional limit, my bathroom that we haven’t even looked into yet, getting my period on top of all that then the icing on the cake is the fu***ng mice will be 13k. Thankfully Harry’s leg is ok after some rest cause vet fees on top of all that. Ugh. I’m drowning and I’m sure I missed things in this post. I try to stay raw and transparent so sorry it’s been a downer over here.

Enjoy this picture of Chonky Lucipurr with an epic chain on thanks to Jman lol

02/26/2026

And in the saga of my life, asleep Kathleen undid the velcro on my bag. Sooo yeah the hits just keep on coming

02/26/2026

Edit to add: Harry is limping and favoring his front left paw. Oh how i hope he just twweked it and it will be ok tomorrow

I posted yesterday on my personal page about please no more stressful bad things. I’m at my limit. Well my primary doc has abruptly left Valley health today. So now I’m scared and freaking out a bit, also numb and hardly moving. So I’ll be under my covers for the remainder of the day. I can’t do the insurmountable task that is CALLING several places and GOING to Dr appts to tell them my history and what their role would be and if they can handle it. Yet I don’t have faith that they will listen because I had a doc in the springs that I had for a year and a half before he told me “you’re over my pay grade, I never should have took you on.” I’m mostly just frozen and can’t do anything but update you.

02/24/2026

When you go to get your annual boobie ultrasound (mammogram was yesterday) and your name is called and you think “hmm she looks familiar, I must have had her before for an ultrasound” Then halfway through she utters 2 words “Sherando Guard” and I look at her, while she’s holding my breast and say… “Sherando? Is… is your daughter in Sherando Marching Band’s color guard?” And she responds with “This is gonna sound really weird but did we make meat sandwiches together?” And we both bust out laughing and I ask her if her finger prints had come back yet. (A local restaurant donated barbecue sandwiches for one of the game nights where the kids can’t go home to eat dinner in between school and game night. But there weren’t any utensils and they weren’t premade so we had to grab the meat with gloved hands and make the sandwiches but I think the meat was about the temperature of the sun so we were all joking that we could commit crimes after this because none of us had fingerprints anymore they were burned off )Then we chat about our kids while she manhandled my b***s. Hashtag life in a small town

I’m actually not sure if she follows me or not her kid is two years ahead of mine but if you’re here it was fun seeing you again lol

02/20/2026

12th bonus year has concluded… onto year 13! Thank you to everyone who helped make this past year what it was!

02/20/2026

Woke up to p*e and saw it is officially my liversary! I’ll post a more sentimental post when I’m actually awake later today

02/05/2026

OK ladies, this is a short story to show the importance of making sure your hormones are in check during perimenopause.

A few days ago when my hormones and brain were of whack because my estrogen patch fell off, I would sit and fume about how my birthday is Friday and it was sure nobody would remember and this is what my brain would tell me

“I doubt anyone in the house will remember it’s my birthday and I’m not gonna remind them because I shouldn’t have to. But no one‘s gonna remember and I’m gonna be super depressed on my birthday and I have a s**tty birthday because nobody cares and I care so much about them and make sure they have decorations and cakes and presents and all the ‘yay it’s my birthday’ bu****it. I’m gonna wake up on my birthday and there’s gonna be no decorations no cards no happy birthday text, Clayton and Liam are gonna go off to work and Joseph is gonna go off to school and I’m gonna be here by myself and when they get home they’ll do their own thing because they don’t care enough to remember.”

Fast forward a couple of days; I put a new patch on and this morning my brain said

“be excited your birthday is coming up! Tell everybody. Every birthday is a fu***ng miracle at this point, shout that s**t from the rooftops! Tell them exactly what you want and you’ll have an amazing birthday. Nobody can read your mind tell them what you want to make your day what you want it to be don’t rely on them to guess and assume what you want, that never works.”

So when Clayton came down this morning to give me a goodbye kiss before going to work I said “do you know what tomorrow is?” and he knew it was my birthday and he said he was sorry but he already looked into it and couldn’t take the day off. So my brain already lied to me there my husband knew my birthday and I knew he did. And then I did what my brain said: just tell them what you fu***ng want they’re not mind readers; so I said

“ just so you know my hyper fixation on food is Dairy Queen’s garlic Parmesan chicken, and you know I’m not really a cake girl but Crumbl cookie has really good sugar cookie that has this little hint of almond and a really good warm celebration cookie that could, like take the place of say a birthday cake. And you know that animal rescue that we’ve taken a few animals over the years Blue Ridge Wildlife Center? I don’t want presents I want to donate to them instead so let me know how much I can we’re taking an animal there about noon today.” and he said “all right I’ll let you know how much we can donate by noon and it sounds like we’re going into Dairy Queen for birthday dinner and crumble for birthday dessert.” then said he loved me and said happy almost birthday, laughed, kissed me on the forehead headed off to work.

Don’t let your brain literally destroy your mental health. I was crying over this for 2 days while my hormones stablized. Get that s**t checked out if you don’t feel like yourself and you’re late 30s early 40s tell your doctor you need an estrogen patch or estrogen pills and don’t forget the progesterone! (They go together) You’re not crazy, you’re not unlovable, you’re not forgettable, you’re not a bitch. Your brain is just a toddler that throws a tantrum when it doesn’t have the hormones it wants; feed it what it needs.

02/05/2026

Holy hell that was a rough 3 days. Ladies! Take my advice and learn from my mistake. Do NOT let your estrogen patches fall off! Check those bi***es regularly. If you. have followed me for a while you know my periods produce pretty good pain and PMS. Well... Apparently my patch fell off right at PEAK PMS time and lets just say, many people may have gotten yelled at for things they didn't deserve to be yelled at for and I went to bed crying the past two nights, both for stupid reasons. Holy cow, I am officially telling every woman that can .... when you hit perimenopause, get on estrogen and progesterone cause.... holy s**t I was the devil.

01/31/2026

There it is… when things go too well my body feels the need to remind me it’s kinda crap. Yay for bag leaks and waking up s**tty! (See what I do there - puns are life.) ostomy life!