Missokyst -> RE: Snap out of it! (8/8/2013 8:44:57 AM)
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I hate that vague sort of end date thing that doctors do. Mom had a bi-pass at age 80, a stroke at 84, then again at 86. The thing that will kill her eventually should be her kidneys, which are currently at 7%, but with my controling her meds and much of her food she has been held at fairly well for coming on 2 yrs now. I am the fixer. If there is a way to make things better I will research it to find the best info and with this her lifespan has held steady. I have a sister that watches her when she gets around to it on Fridays. I use that day to work full time hours so I can support the bills. If I am lucky she may take her on Saturday so I can nap, or take a day off. I don't ask more of her because she has always been the fun sister, who takes my mom for drives and such. And she now has custody of her 40 yr old grandson who has CP and other illnesses from birth. I recognize I need to do some fixing for me, but at this point I am just exhausted. Food shopping for meals I used to love to cook makes me want to throw up now. I haven't made a doll in 6 months and for some reason my eyesight is blurry, so making jewely has fallen well off my radar. And men..? LOL just can't happen with me in my current situation, which is terrible since men spark my happy side quite easily. I need a vacation. quote:
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ORIGINAL: Missokyst What do you do when you are feeling irrationally blue and it seems to just linger? I'm going to echo what a lot of posters have said - get some support in place now. Two years ago (almost exactly to the day) I was in your position. We'd been told at Easter that my dad wouldn't last much longer, although it was so vague as to be "weeks or maybe a year". My mum, sister and I decided to honour dad's request to not go back to hospital, so we nursed him at home. This went on for 4 months. That time was emotionally devastating, but we just kept on going for dad. We had each other for support, and we knew it was helping dad. When he died, mum and sister did the 'stiff upper lip' thing and coped. I coped until I went back to work, then fell apart. I was off work for a month, coping with the emotional implosion of my life. My point is, if I'd got help before I got to that point I'd have been in a better place when the inevitable happened. Looking back now, I wished I'd had some 'outsider' I could unload on and get encouragement to look after me, not just dad. You are important, and looking after you should be one of your priorities.
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