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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!!!

So many things… UPDATED!!!

… Where do I begin??

I’m going to just dive on in…

Let’s see, here is a photo of that amazing man who quite literally saved my life at Sharp Grossmont last year on that fateful, almost dead, day, March 15, 2015…

My Savior, Dr. Sathya Pokala and myself, March 2016

My Savior, Dr. Sathya Pokala and myself, March 2016

I promised him when I first met him on the 19th of March, last year, after he told me what happened, that he would see me in a years time. Sober, healthy (-ish, adjacent), and better than ever. (Bad hair due to a severe hypoglycemic attack just prior to seeing him… #greattiming!)

I was, just that. So I made my appointment and sat waiting for him in his waiting room. And there he was. The God who saved me and started me on my new journey. When I promised him last year, he said sure (with that “sure, right… heard that before!” look on his face) and all year I waited. And waited. AND WAITED.

I followed my new journey put forth to me to the letter, and kept every promise. Followed every rule. And now all of it has become my life. And I love it. And I’m grateful.

So a BIG HUUUUGE THANK YOU to

Dr. SATHYA POKALA at Sharp Grossmont Hospital

I also want to take a moment to also thank him for restoring my faith, somewhat, into Sharp Healthcare, this after Sharp Memorial Hospital dropped the ball on my beloved father and quite literally killed him, by negating and avoiding and ignoring the severe sepsis, aka “pseudomonas”, taking over his body and out of his arm (he had me take photos, this mere weeks before he passed away on Halloween, 2013).

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I am aware that this blog wasn’t the perfect time place to bring it up, but as I like to view life now, “there’s no time like the present!” And I also know that my father asked me to take these photos. When I asked why, he relplied, “just take them, they will be important one day!”

I didn’t question. And I kept silent for a very, very long time. Moral of the story…

DON’T LET THIS HAPPEN TO YOU OR YOUR SEASONED (aka older) FAMILY MEMBERS!

And with the untimely death of the beloved TREASURE, Ms. Patty Duke, just 3 days ago,

SEPSIS is the number one killer in the ER at hospitals.  

Every year, severe sepsis strikes more than a million Americans. It’s been estimated that between 28 and 50 percent of these people die – far more than the number of U.S. deaths from prostate cancer, breast cancer and AIDS combined. The number of sepsis cases per year has been on the rise in the United States.

And it is a silent one!

I implore you, to keep abreast of your parents healthcare. ALWAYS ask questions. And if you are still concerned, SCREAM AT THE TOP OF YOUR LUNGS for proper medical care. Seniors and children get thrown to the wasted ode because of their inability to financially care for their medical (for the most part… If you get my drift!!!)

At any rate, sorry to go off-topic, but I feel like it was time to correlate why my stay at Sharp Grossmont wasn’t just about my living, but was also meaningful to me because it was as if he died for me to live. And he’s been with me ever since I almost died that day.

It also lets those who have been with me when I’m driving past Sharp Memorial Hospital and hear me growl, like a very angry cougar!

Grrrrrrrrrrr!

Grrrrrrrrrrr!

You know I just had to change the depressive tone back to happy stuff! And now on to other news…

I added a link to the video of Dr. Hamed Aryafar explaining the results of my TIPs Shunt Surgery…

Dr. Aryafar explains my TIPs Shunt surgery & results

Took some pretty great photos in the last few weeks… Just me, and life… Fun stuff…

Have a look at the gallery on the main page on the right, or I guess, below….

(BTW.. I’m still hoping the “Dog Stork” will send me a new angel to my doorstep!)

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Well, that’s it for now… Please share, comment and for the love of The Good Lawd that all is holy, LIKE THE PAGE AND POST!

Stay well, healthy and wise,

Amy Kristen Suter, aka “Miss Cordelia Parker Chase”

(It’s an inside GBF thing!)

Another Hole I Must Dig Out Of..

Well, after a stint at the hospital and numerous tests, I’m newly diagnosed with Hypoglycemia… Which I was diagnosed with waaaaay back in 2001 after my Gastric Bypass.

Assumed it left the building. Oh no… because you know I just needed yet another Amy Ailment… I truly am becoming my father!!!

So now I’m testing my blood sugar and keeping a diary. It’s only been 4 days and I have no fingers left… With the exception of the right middle finger that’s currently out of commission, the rest of my tips are killing me… LMAO!

Anyhoo, I’m good, for now. I see the #CardioGod Dr. Hamed Aryafar on Wednesday for my Interventional Radiology Post-op. I’ll blog then.