New year, new me…. my arse! 

Hey all, wishing you a very happy new year, how exciting is it to be facing a new year, a fresh start and all the new possibilities that 2017 will bring?

Well most people go into New Years Eve with some kind of plan, resolutions and exciting prospects ready for the new year. Me being me however I was just ridiculously excited at the thought of going out, to an actual party. It’s been many months since I’ve been able to go out and enjoy myself properly due to the horrible symptoms and side effects I was suffering from endometriosis.

I had basically stopped drinking and was on so many different tablets that alcohol would affect it was pointless and as the symptoms got worse my confidence all but went along with it.

Since my operation three weeks ago I’ve been stuck between two worlds, my mind knowing I’m better and wanting to do ‘Sound of Music’ style running around a mountain side and my body saying ‘hang on love, major surgery, sit down!’ I am my own worst enemy and have had to rest up as much as possible as I didn’t realise just how much the operation would take out of me and how much energy it would take to get over it.

My Auntie Jayne has a New Years Eve party most years and we literally didn’t know we were going until the day. I’d had a bad week, overly emotional, in lots of pain and a general mess but Karl convinced me that we should go, even if just for an hour the boys would enjoy it and the family would be pleased to have seen us. So I got excited, I straightened my hair for the first time in months, I wore going out makeup and pretty jewellery.

When we got there it was fantastic, I felt so tired but chatted and giggled and even allowed myself a couple of glasses of prosecco for the first time in what felt like an age. I had a little boogie with Nate my eldest son (well I say boogie, I mean awkward, painful shuffle as dancing isn’t really on at the moment!) We had fun, it felt amazing to be smiling and almost carefree for the first time in months.

We stayed long enough to see in the new year and not long afterwards I felt the need to go out and get some air. I sat down on the driveway and well then I passed out. Yes a thirty three year old mother of two less than three weeks post major operation passed out on a cold driveway with beautifully straightened hair and my Kate Spade handbag!

You would think that would be bad enough wouldn’t you? Oh no, I wasn’t done there! I was sick, I won’t go on about it too much but suffice to say Karl and family members looked after me for over three hours until I was able to be driven the forty five minute journey home. 

My mum had already bought the children home and put them to bed and karl had to carry me inside the house where there was a small dispute about me going to bed in my clothes, I had to be undressed by my mum and husband and was left to sleep. 

I woke up on New Year’s Day feeling like I had been hit by a bus, everything ached, I couldn’t remember everything that had happened the night before and had a little cry. The boys got up with a million questions about whether I needed to go back to the hospital, why did I smell of sick and how naughty I am for drinking the wine.

I felt embarrassed, a bit mortified and ridiculously daft, I really hadn’t drunk that much and had yet again made the mistake of trying to do too much too soon after major surgery. I spent the whole day  in bed and later on in the day I flicked through the camera roll on my phone at the pictures that had been taken. I looked happy, I was beaming, I had been having the most fun I had been able to have in ages. 

For the rest of this week I have done the normal New Years thought processing and planning for an amazing 2017. I sadly felt in a bit of a rut with my writing though, a mini writers block and I confided in my best friend that all I had to write about was me puking in my aunties driveway on New Years! 

So here it is, my very honest account of someone recovering from a hysterectomy getting a little over excited and drinking when they probably shouldn’t have done to make up for a shitty and miserable few months. I am far from perfect, in fact I am rarely even adequate, I make mistakes and do stupid things just like anyone else on our planet.

Yet I like everyone else am still looking into this new year with positivity, happiness and hope. Knowing that I have some amazing friends and family around me and that they can throw one hell of a party! 

Happy new year you lovely people. Let’s kick some arse in 2017! 

Lucy xx

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Author: TiredfromWhitstable

I'm Lucy, a 32 year old working mother and wife from Whitstable in Kent. This blog is for all my musings on life and follows my eternal struggle to juggle everything from being a mum, a volunteer youth mentor, a wife and making a lovely home and garden. Please join me!

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