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Dept. of Resurfacing
Still 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..
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As you wisely said, some have it worse and some have it better. You still have a right to your feelings. I've always hated it when people tell me that "lots of people have it much worse" to supposedly cheer me up -- like thinking about the suffering of fellow humans was supposed to make me feel better?
I've been there re: doctors being useless and not finding anything. I hope Bob is able to get a diagnosis. Could it be some kind of infection? I know conventional wisdom says antibiotics are overused and that's bad, but sometimes one just has to be proactive.
I hope you're doing better soon.
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like thinking about the suffering of fellow humans was supposed to make me feel better?
Yeah. This actually wrung a snort of dark amusement out of me, for which I'm grateful.
And thanks again. Hugs are very much appreciated.
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You're welcome.
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Still, he can be seen for the potential UTI today since, as he told the nice young woman on the phone, that's the one that's driving him crazy. He and I now think that the shortness of breath is simply from a bad chest cold. That he probably got during his last stay at the hospital. Sigh.
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Hope you are having an enjoyable holiday season, despite everything.
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Damn, that sucks. :( I hope someone has a flash of inspiration.
Sending many hugs. And keep counting the wins. You are doing very well, for facing such big upheaval.
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At Bob's urgent care appointment, they told him that it looks as if everything he'd been deealing with was probably because of ... wait for it ... a really bad cold.
After I rolled my eyes a bit, I decided that it's a win.
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P.
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