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Another “eye-cation” at “The Thornton Hotel”…

Well Hello My Pretties, and your big dogs too….

I had my Left Eye Orbital Decompression on the 7th of February. As is always, a pleasure.

My Orbital Decompression with Drs. Bobby Korn and Audrey Ko went as smooth as ever! I did wake up with some sort of gloved turban situation, but I was thankful for being safe and alive and finally having my left eye look somewhat like my right, which has recovered beautifully.

I’m not sure of the next steps, as I will be seeing Dr. Korn again in about 3 weeks, but it is already looking beautiful.

Couldn’t have more amazingly supporting doctors and nurses! All of them were there for me beyond the job. Thankful is not enough!

LOok at that turban situation I have going there!?! I woke up and looked in a mirror and was like, “WTF?” I swear it was attached to my eye.. That glove… WHAT IS THAT.

Anyhoo, so without further ado, here I am in all my facial glory… (Comments are necessary, please!!!!)

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Therapy Homework…??….

So, I now have been seeing Dr. Reyes for over a month and I have never felt more raw and rock bottom than ever before.

  • I thought I had this.
  • I thought I was done with the “daddy grief” and “daddy guilt”.
  • I thought I was ok.
  • I thought I had no more “coulda, shoulda, woulda’s”. 
  • I had accepted my dad, my mortality, my repercussions.
  • I thought I was no longer avoiding.

I was terribly wrong.

So I have been made to see inside myself. Deep. Dark. Twisty. Guilty. Self. Dr. Reyes dug deep and pulled out of me all the shit I’ve been avoiding.

Yep, I’ve been lying to myself and I didn’t even know it. I’m still avoiding. I’m still dwelling. I’ve still not accepted all the repercussions to what I created inside myself when my daddy died on me. Yes. See. You can see it. I can see it now. It’s the “I CREATED” and “DADDY DIED ON ME,”.

So Dr. Reyes gave me homework 3 weeks ago to ask me to define: ACCEPTANCE

She told me “Acceptance does not mean approval!” She told me to write, draw, paint, whatever, to define Acceptance. This is what I came up with:


Yeah. I know. I have zero painting talent. I at least tried to think out of the box and do something I wasn’t comfortable with to challenge myself. DONT JUDGE! It could be worse. It could be the beautiful toothbrush holder I made my parents when I took Ceramics my junior year at Point Loma High (GO POINTER BASEBALL – WOOT WOOT!).

The toothbrush holder that I so beautifully crafted, burned in the Cedar fires. I’m sure, to this day, my mother cries just a little every time she goes to brush her teeth! LMAO!)

At least I tried with the paintings!

So, back to my homework. I gave it to her and we discussed it. And she gave me an even deeper assignment. Define it and explain the ripple effects from the minute of my dads death and the consequences of it.

Dad didn’t die on ME. He simply died. Not my fault. Not moms fault. Not anyone’s fault. It just was how it was supposed to be.

When he died, I had nothing. My life was over. I didn’t know how I can live in a world without my dad in it!

I woke up that following morning and just started drinking. I drank myself all the way to end-stage liver failure. AKA, I’ll die without a liver transplant.

But this part of the story, you all have already read about

So let’s talk about all the REPERCUSSIONS that letting my dads death take control of my dark and twisty life.

  1. Drinking
  2. Drinking earlier in the day
  3. Drinking all day, all night, anytime
  4. Letting the ranch go
  5. Ignoring friends requests to go out
  6. Placing myself in a bubble and giving up on life in general: couldn’t work, gave up on my life of being like my dad in forensics, didn’t work, didn’t go anywhere
  7. TV all the time
  8. Crying, crying, crying
  9. Woe is me, hamster wheel
  10. Feeling sick
  11. Gaining weight
  12. No menses for years and not wondering or caring why
  13. Bed to couch to wine to couch to bed with wine. On a hamster wheel.
  14. Face and eye coloring became jaundiced and I didn’t care.
  15. Knowing something was wrong with me, terribly wrong, and hiding it from MY MOM, EVERYONE!
  16. Ignoring medical insurance and doctors.
  17. Just plain letting myself go.

So now let’s talk about the repercussions and ripple effects caused by the above, which in turn, caused my current diagnosis and the “DEATH THAT BECOMES ME”.

  1. After being without proper levels of oxygen for 2 days practically incoherent (no memory of any of it) and in an awakened coma, was damned near practically dead on my living room floor.
  2. Found by my mother airlifted from my ranch to Sharp Grossmont Hospital trauma where I was placed in a coma and strapped to my bed, apparently.
  3. Woke up and was told, while crying, that I was dying. My doctor wasn’t even sure I’d live a week at that point. Then it went to another week.. And so on…
  4. Moving from plain Hepatology department into the Liver Transplant Center
  5. Alcoholic Cirrosis of the Liver
  6. End-Stage Liver Failure
  7. Hepatic Encephalopathy (memory loss and speech impairment caused by extremely high levels of ammonia in my liver that makes me behave like I have a small form of Dementia)
  8. TIPS SHUNT placed in my liver to help relieve my portal hypertension and esophageal varices
  9. HX of Portal Hypertension
  10. Periferal neuropathy
  11. Aceties
  12. Situational Anciety/OCPD
  13. Weekly doctor visits of various kinds
  14. Constant blood tests
  15. Still living in a bubble. Crying. Missing my father. Blaming myself. Believing I’m a failure
  16. People feeling sorry for me or always wanting to help me
  17. The digging out of the holes I created
  18. The list goes on…

So I sit here and try to get motivation to keep on trucking along. This is a daily task for me. I have deep rooted guilt, grief and darkness.

I’m living just fine with my life, however, in all other aspects.

Life has returned and life has moved forward in a positive direction. I’m proud of the changes I’ve made. I’m proud of the work I’m doing. I’m proud of MYSELF!

Thank God I’ve met Dr. Dara Reyes. My dark and twisty is being pulled out of me. It’s painful and I fight it, but I need to figure all this out, get the puzzle of my life put back together, LIVE and….

Dance, 

Like there is no tomorrow,

In my underpants!!!