Tina a.k.a.SusanSto.Helit wrote:I don't know what is going on with me. I could still be recovering from the whole taking pounds of pills (my own and feckshite doctors who didn't have a clue prescriptions) and being a hour or so late with my Thyroid meds. Not sure, just sitting in the bottom of my Oubillette of despair. Not much desire to do anything or even exist. 6 weeks of doctors and nurses all questioning me about every pill I take and every move I make, has me really kerfumpled inside.
Just knowing that I am old now and it is going to keep getting worse is making me question this whole life thing. If this is all there is, then perhaps "going away" is the answer. I have so many surgeries ahead and rehab, I just don't think I am strong enough for it. I hope I break out of this soon.
It's hard for me to relate to your situation, since I've never been "extremely" ill. I can only wonder at the thoughts that go through peoples minds, when they have to endure multitude illnesses. I sometimes think about what Phoenix goes through as well.
I've been sitting here for a half hour, trying to decide if I should type more. I think I'll pass. I've had my share of ridicule this week.