Where Do I Even Begin?!?!?!

I needed to vent...

July was a very bad month for me. It started out so promising: I had a chance to get away with my family for a while, I had gotten rid of people I did not need in my life, and I was surrounded by great friends and great people. However, I knew from the start that July was not going to be as great as it seemed.

I had been dealing with migraines my whole life and I recently got fed up with them, so I was seeking medical help for them. After seeing doctors, getting tests done on me, and finally getting an MRI done, they found nothing serious was causing my migraines (by now, all these tests were reminding me how much I hate needles). They gave me some medication to help with them. At first I didn't react well with them; the first time I took it my head felt like it was on fire. After a while, though, I was able to take them with no issues; I realized I reacted the way I did because I was stressed out. When I take my medication and I'm stressed out, it takes a toll on my body physically and puts me in more pain than it should.

My vacation with my family wasn't too great, either. I thought it would be the perfect escape from all the stress in my life. Instead, my family was acting the way they always did - always complaining, always causing tension, always causing problems. Just when I thought I could get away from all the drama, my family reminds me where most drama in my life comes from - them.

I separated myself from stressful people for a while, and I thought everything in my life was going perfectly. Then, late one night after dealing with horrible off-and-on stomach pains, I was rushed to the ER. My stomach was bloated like a balloon and I was in a lot of pain. Doctors did so many tests on me (which meant more needles) to find what was wrong. What they found was a blockage in my stomach keeping me from passing gas and performing a bowel movement (sorry, but there's no way to explain this without sounding gross). However, they also found an ovarian cyst 6 cm in size. They did more tests to get a better look at it. The cyst had nothing to do with the blockage in my stomach; doctors concluded the blockage was caused by a virus, and the blockage soon went away.

Just when I thought I was okay and free to go (my mom and I had gotten no sleep, it's hard to sleep when you're stomach is three times larger than normal), I started getting a fever and my blood pressure rose. Doctors wanted to keep me another night and were worried my appendix might burst. After waiting for what felt like forever, my fever went down, my blood pressure went down, and my appetite finally came back. They finally let me go and I immediately fell asleep once I got home.

Doctors told me that, because they don't want the cyst to get worse, I should refrain from doing strenuous activity. They also told me to manage my stress, the same thing my physician told me to help deal with my migraines. Obviously, it is much easier said than done. I'm starting to feel like when I can't handle any more stress, people stress me out. Case and point: My friends know I can't get too stressed out because of my health. Still, my friends have either tried causing drama with me or just been avoiding me...sometimes both, which is the worst. Stress is the last thing I need, but the first thing I can find.

I'm trying to distance myself from stressful people and focusing on relaxing, taking it easy so things don't get worse for me. I physically cannot handle much more stress at this point.