Shortly after, I got appendicitis.
... and stayed in the hospital for almost a week
Then I celebrated my first birthday in Portland
I started my job March 12th
... and went to Chicago for training. For two weeks.
It's crazy to think this was just a year ago because it seems like just yesterday I was living off percocet with my four new battle wounds. I remember thinking I was never ever going to get better. I remember thinking I wasn't going to be able to start my job in March because I'd never get better. I remember I could barely make it through the day without feeling exhausted. All while trying to be excited about living in a new city with my amazing boyfriend.
Everything worked out in the end. My stomach is a total spaz now, but I'll take what I can get :-)