My wedding! Nose surgery. Combat Fitness seminar. Vid games.
Our wedding was fantastic! Funny, Chris once said something about little girls dreaming about weddings, and he wanted my wedding dress to be everything I dreamed of. Hah I tried NOT to be a girl who dreamed about a prince. And I don’t like dresses. When I hit my twenties, just going on a date became a goal, and thirties, having a boyfriend. Well, for not having dreams, my wedding became a living dream.
My favorite parts were having my friends from all ages of my life make the effort to trek from all across the country to come; dancing the waltz routine that Chris and I practiced for months while my aunt sang the Disney song; and seeing Chris smile so widely when he looked at me and held my hand. I haven’t had very much romance until recently. Yes, true love is everything it’s cracked up to be. I’m so happy and peaceful inside.
It’s so funny how, growing up, I thought I should be a strong independent woman who doesn’t need no man! He can make his own lunch and do housework! Equality for women! yeah! And now I’m like, “Darling, would you like mayonnaise or mustard on your sandwich?” lol Super excited to be helpful by making his sandwich every morning for lunch, and folding his laundry. I guess that is the definition of love. One time, he said, “It’s okay, I’ll do my own laundry.” My reaction was, “…but…but…nooooo ;_; “
So yeah. Here are some non-pro pics we took.
I’ve got my elementary school friends, high school, fight friends, besties, new sister-in-law, and cousin-in-law all in one pic. I’m only missing my college era friend – I missed you and love you, Q! I had friends who either couldn’t make it, or I couldn’t invite because of guest count limitations.
So yeah.
THEN, the nose surgery for a deviated septum that I’ve been trying to schedule for an entire year finally happened!! I won’t even go into all the drama that went into that. well, okay, you really want to know? 1) had to wait for doc’s opening 2) doc had medical emergency 3) doc’s office scheduled and canceled twice for summer. Months passed. 4) found new doc 5) scheduled for September 6) insurance wouldn’t get approved 7) surgery got canceled 8) went back to doc #1. but no openings 9) last minute cancelation got me in the week after my wedding!!
Yaaaaaay but omfreaking g it was rough. Septoplasty. On the day of my surgery after Chris brought me home, I passed out in the kitchen and shook violently after trying to sit at the table. I was NOT prepared for the different stage of healing process. I didn’t know I’d be bed ridden for a week, or that my nose would constantly drip blood for 3 days. I thought after they took the tubes out of my nose, I’d be able to breathe. Not even close. I thought that two weeks later I could breathe. Not really. They said normal after two weeks. um, Normal my buttcheeks! I still snored. Yellow scabby junk and bloody loogies were coming out of me and nobody from the doc’s office would answer my phone calls. That is, not until I left a message outlining all the disgusting gross details of my issues.
Then they called me after twenty minutes. Hahahahaha take that. I’m sure you didn’t want to know all that, receptionist. You could have called me back the first time I left a message several weeks ago.
I took a pic of my bloody nose but then deleted it. I’m sure nobody wants to see it.
The nurse who called me after my detailed message wasn’t even working for my specific doctor, but she probably took pity on me. She said it’s a 6-8 week recovery. wtf? Nobody told me that. I mean, it’s fine, but I hadn’t understood beforehand. I had to cancel two seminars. And I still snored, so Chris had trouble sleeping still. It’s been awful all year with the sleep. I just wanted to stop snoring. I don’t even care if I never breathed out of my right nostril again. I did this whole surgery thing for him, and even after that, it was still terrible. *pout*
Finally. Yesterday. He said my snoring was soft it didn’t bother him.
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY. I cried happy tears. I’m so grateful my nose is mostly fixed. Thanks, doc, and thanks UFC for paying. I don’t mean to complain so much. I just wish I had been better mentally prepared for the healing process. This is week 6 and I’m not back to normal, but I was under the impression I would be. I was so scared! 🙁 I didn’t know what was happening to me, and if I was worse!
I was able to do one seminar at Combat Fitness / Team Phoenix in North Carolina! Thank you, Graeme Prue, for bringing me out. I got to meet Combate/ Invicta fighter Katie Perez and we made friends. What a fun experience I had there! Sorry I wasn’t able to roll hard. Thanks for being so gentle with me, guys who I trained with.
I’ve been super obsessed with this video game Hollow Knight. I often get frustrated with video games, but this one was so cute, and the style of adventure and exploration was the perfect level for me. I love it!
I did some substitute teaching last week and it was alright. I worked as an aide, not a full-sub, which was a little disappointing. I had to be there long hours for little pay. However, I learned some important lessons that I needed to learn to prepare myself, so I’m glad I had that experience.
I’m still not sure what I want to do with my life. Maybe I’m doing it right now! It’s so strange not having a singular goal like getting better to win fights in the UFC. I’m so used to having a goal. Well, I guess that’s not true. When I lived in Japan, I worked my job and trained to get better. I’m still doing jiujitsu. Focusing on leg locks. Yeah, I’m working hard. Trying to get physically stronger. I really want to be a better teacher. I also want to learn how to sew, and I want to take care of my man. I’m ALSO trying to become stronger and more firm in my interactions with other people. Yeah!!! Go Go Roxanne Roman!
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