Hospitals.
Hospitals. Something I've become so familiar with in the past 2.5 years. Between having countless tests, MRIs, CTs, tube replacements, hospitalizations, and two major surgeries, I'd say I'm pretty used to it. But, despite being so accustomed to hospitals, it's still scary for me every time I'm told that I have to go back. As you might've read in my last post, I was recently told that I have something called neurogenic Median Arcuate Ligament Syndrome, otherwise known as MALS (Click here to read more about it). Basically, one of my arteries is being compressed and has been causing the agonizing pain, discomfort, and nausea that I feel every single time I eat or drink. It is likely that I had both MALS and SMAS at the same time - but with my last two surgeries, we were only aware of and treating my SMAS. MALS is the leading cause of my inability to progress and get back to normal. The pain it can cause is truly debilitating but I try my best to smile through