Sunday, November 8, 2009
1991 was a busy year. We were still living in Ft. Myers, FL. I was still with Cellular One, Mark was at the radio station.
I had been experiencing pain in my ovary area since August of the previous year, and it wasn't going away. By February, I was miserable. I had been seeing an OBGYN for the pain, and all he kept doing was putting me on anti-biotics. I made an appointment with a woman obgyn and told her "something is wrong - go in and see what it is...." I had never had surgery before in my life, but I wasn't too scared, because I knew that something wasn't right and I wanted it fixed. The only thing that I was really afraid of was the anesthesia, and how I would feel when I woke up. The doctor did a laser laparoscopy, and found cysts on both of my ovaries. She diagnosed me with Polycystic Ovary Disease, and put me on a birth control pill to prevent the cysts. I was very sick when I woke up, and was running a fever. The surgery was supposed to be "same day", but they wouldn't let me go home because I was so sick. My lovely fiance, Mark, went on to work. I had no one with me....I spent the day being out-of-it in the recovery room, until they could get me into a room. Mark showed up about 10:00 that night, after visiting hours were over, stayed 5 minutes, then went home. The next morning when they released me, he picked me up, drove me to his mother's house...dropped me off, and went back to work. He worked all weekend. Thank God for his mother. Now mind you....this was the man that I was engaged to be married to in August of this same year.
Fast forward to August....the night before my wedding. After the rehearsal, my mother in law had a party at her house. I spent the evening in the bathroom with an upset stomach. I told my mother that "I must have a virus" and she and left. I was up and down all night with my stomach. We were both awake. Finally at 5am, we left and went to Perkins. I remember my mother asking me "Is this what you really want? Because you don't have to get married...its not too late to call it off..." I said yes, it was what I wanted. But I remember being unsure. This was Mark's second marriage. So, he had already treated one woman like garbage before me. At the time, I don't remember being angry with him for things....like leaving me alone at the hospital, or not calling me in the middle of the day at work, just to tell me he loved me....he never did stuff like that, and I assumed that was normal.
We got married on August 24, 1991. We honeymooned in Orlando. After returning from our honeymoon, things went on as usual. My job started getting very stressful, as my supervisor whom I loved, resigned. As I knew was going to happen, they hired a total bitch to replace her. This girl had it in for me from the beginning. It so happened that I was offered the opportunity to work at a vet practice on Saturdays. I took the job, and worked every Saturday. I put in my resignation at Cellular One, which made my new supervisor so happy. By December I was working at the vet practice full time, and Mark and I were in the process of buying our first home.
What about you? What were YOU doing in 1991?