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Ugh. Things have been lousy since my last entry. Baby Dan is more than fine, it's me who's having problems now. Actually, not even "now" since this has been growing for 3 weeks.

So I had a c-section, right? Left the hospital, went home... But didn't get better. I just didn't. When I went to see my OB I told him I had fainted a few times, that I hadn't been able to rest properly since the 3 days of labor, that it still hurt a lot and I was pretty depressed about it. I cried like a baby when he removed the stitches because it hurt me like hell.
What does he say? "There's nothing wrong with you physically. It's a simple operation, people don't feel that bad about it" and then he tells me I have a problem with motherhood and basically, that I'm nuts.
'Cuz naaah, a c-section is not MAJOR ABDOMINAL SURGERY... Sure.

And guess what? Last Sunday I woke up to find my scar filled with pink bodily fluids. Took a shower to clean up, and fond out the wound was still open as it spat more bloody fluids. Thank god it didn't hurt more than usual, it was creepy enough as it was...
I went to the hospital and there, I was told it's an infection. "Don't be scared, happens all the time" said a nice lady doctor. She drained the wound, washed it inside out and prescribed antibiotics. Two pills and twelve hours later I was feeling human again. Not normal, but QUITE better.

Post partum depression MY ASS, I had a fuckin' infection and my son of a dick of a doctor not only failed to see it, but actually blamed me for feeling bad and because of that, for being unable to take care of my kid. I'm SO kickin' his hippie ass back to the middle of the jungle...

But enough rants. People are going to find out about my bad luck or something...

So it's October again. Time flies when you're sick, really. To me, it's still September 15th.
Soon it'll be my first mother's day (the 21st, if I'm not mistaken).
The following week (the 28th) we're having presidential elections. Every 4 years it's the same chaos. At least Mendez isn't running this time *touch my left boob to prevent bad luck*. Last time it was scary, he almost won
Then on October 29th it's one of my best friend's birthday. Every year I get him the same: a box of fine chocolates. And every year I tell him the same "Open it in the most private of privacies" so he doesn't have to share them with anyone else.
Then it's my birthday, on the 30th. Woah, already 26? Time flies...
Then on the 31st, halloween. Too bad we don't celebrate it in Argentina... But I don't care, I'm getting candy anyway.