Dept. of Resurfacing
Sunday, 15 December 2024 09:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kaffy_rStill Aten't Dead
But I'm not in the best of emotional conditions. I'm stressed and depressed, and all too aware that there are others among my friends who are heartbroken and beset with sorrow that dwarfs my problems. I keep telling myself what I've told others; you can't compare yourself with others, because there will always be people better and worse off than you, and no one can be inside your head except you, and what you're dealing with is valid - and it's not helping.
Bob had to spend two days in hospital last week because he had an event where he was extremely short of breath. Not short of oxygen, mind you; his oxygen count was never lower than 95, and yet he couldn't catch his breath. Another 7-8 hours in the ER, another two nights in the place he hates and fears more than any other place.
And the results? After xrays, electrocardiograms, cat scans, yada-yada?
Say it with me, folks: the doctors shrugged their shoulders, and said "hellifweknow." It doesn't matter whether it's mental confusion, shortness of breath, what have you. They can't find anything. They can't find a single damn thing. Yay, medical science.
Oh, and he's now running a temperature, and he is once again extremely short of breath, with loads of oxygen in his system. So once again, we'll go to the urgent care place to see what they say. I have no doubt that they'll say get thee to the ER.
I'd scream, but I don't have the energy to do it.
Christmas? We've asked people not to give us anything, because we can't afford to give folks things as we try to save up for the move. And we both hate that we have to move. So there's that.
I'm going to try to dig myself out of this hole, because it helps no one.
I *did* get the kitchen cleaned. And I got a load of laundry done. That's two wins today. And I'm going to go to bed, which I think I really need to do..
But I'm not in the best of emotional conditions. I'm stressed and depressed, and all too aware that there are others among my friends who are heartbroken and beset with sorrow that dwarfs my problems. I keep telling myself what I've told others; you can't compare yourself with others, because there will always be people better and worse off than you, and no one can be inside your head except you, and what you're dealing with is valid - and it's not helping.
Bob had to spend two days in hospital last week because he had an event where he was extremely short of breath. Not short of oxygen, mind you; his oxygen count was never lower than 95, and yet he couldn't catch his breath. Another 7-8 hours in the ER, another two nights in the place he hates and fears more than any other place.
And the results? After xrays, electrocardiograms, cat scans, yada-yada?
Say it with me, folks: the doctors shrugged their shoulders, and said "hellifweknow." It doesn't matter whether it's mental confusion, shortness of breath, what have you. They can't find anything. They can't find a single damn thing. Yay, medical science.
Oh, and he's now running a temperature, and he is once again extremely short of breath, with loads of oxygen in his system. So once again, we'll go to the urgent care place to see what they say. I have no doubt that they'll say get thee to the ER.
I'd scream, but I don't have the energy to do it.
Christmas? We've asked people not to give us anything, because we can't afford to give folks things as we try to save up for the move. And we both hate that we have to move. So there's that.
I'm going to try to dig myself out of this hole, because it helps no one.
I *did* get the kitchen cleaned. And I got a load of laundry done. That's two wins today. And I'm going to go to bed, which I think I really need to do..
