I'm Not Intentionally Staying Away...
I'm Not Intentionally Staying Away...
Thanks everyone for your various philosophies and approaches. Yes, I admit that I'm a strange bird when it comes to the usual depression. I will again explain my state. People don't want even me to volunteer, as I tend to commit a lot of faux pas when with them.
For instance, for a few years I regularly visited a convalescent hospital, until the vast majority of the lucid patients told me they'd rather be lonely than have me visit them. I've not visited such a place in 20 years. I tried to get involved with the online education program at
www.k12.com and they didn't want me far more recently. Diversified Fuels, an ethanol production place, wouldn't even return phone calls. Even with a shortage of science teachers locally, I'm not wanted. As for restaurant work, they'd take one look at me and my work history and wouldn't even consider me. Even if hired, they'd fire me hours later because I wouldn't fit in. Same with the local fish hatcheries and farms. I can drive tractors and farm equipment, but nobody wants me. So much for the "Kiwi" logic of pulling myself up by my bootstraps and getting a job and downing a few pints of beer to take edge off.
Just last week I took a nearly indigent friend with whom we shared a rock and mineral hobby to Virgin Valley to search for opals. He also had an aortic valve replacement and a portion of his aorta replaced about 4 months after my own OHS, but he doesn't do internet, so I was unable to convince him to join this group. The opal search was a success, though not out of this world. Suffice it to say I had to buy a much larger dome to display my wet opal finds this time than I did last year. I also found some nice dry opals with good play-of-color, and no crazing. This means if I were so inclined, I could make opal cabochons from these opals and possibly sell them for a few hundred dollars each.
My friend Chuck also found some nice opals. I thought all was well, but he didn't tell me that he didn't get any sleep because the noise of the AC fan. I didn't pick up on that--I just wore ear plugs. Then he told me strange Fortean stories (i.e. ancient advanced alien cultures interacting with Central American Indians, crashed UFOs, and the like), and I listened the best I could. Then the kicker: His best opals disappeared--kept in a separate large spice bottle supposedly in his bucket. When he discovered them missing (after we got home) he asked me "Would you happen to know what happened to them?" I took that to mean he thought I stole his opals after he rejected my suggested possible reasons for their loss (dropping the bottle, leaving it at the motel or the mine office, etc.). I paid for the trip, both his and my digging fee, and some of the meals, and perhaps he thought I took my "share" of the opals. I made a social error: I spoke with his 19 year old son and asked him why Chuck would think I would even remotely consider stealing his opals. I then made a visit to return a hat and a few opals he left behind, and he was very curt and distant with me. I had involved his son and had accused him of accusing me of stealing. This has pretty much ruined what could have been a productive mining partnership and friendship. I apologized, but he seemed pretty disinclined about accepting the apology. I then left, and haven't been back, and he hasn't called me. For all I know, he still had his opals and wanted an excuse to be rid of me. I even called Rainbow Ridge opal mine and the owner, Glen, called me back a couple of days later to tell me the jar was not found by him or any of the other miners in the days following our visit.
So you see that there's little hope for me, as working or volunteering involves people, and that's where I'm weakest. Nearly dying hasn't changed that one bit. I care, but I don't know how to show it. Maybe it's for the best that I stay away from here as well. My presence here merely takes attention away for far more deserving people who aren't stuck on "feeling sorry for themselves." I'm sorry I took up so much time and effort on the parts of folks here who think I deserve help. I don't, and I hope you can accept that. I certainly haven't earned it, and there are many here who have suffered through far worse problems than I did. I merely had a mitral valve repair, not a replacement, so maybe I don't belong here. After all, this isn't "valvesurgery.com" it's "valvereplacement.com." Nothing was replaced, just re-shaped and reinforced.
I appreciate the changing counselor advice, but there's nobody local who specializes in post OHS people, so I guess I'm stuck with my current one.
I may or may not be back, depending on how things turn out at home. I get the digests of posts on VR, so I'll read what anyone says. God let me have the opportunity to die back when I had the option of accepting surgery or not. Since I'm not a productive member of society, I should have just accepted God's offered gift, and not burden my poor overworked wife and my beleaguered children with the constant drain on their existences I now provide. I suspect that's why Laura doesn't even come near VR anymore--it reminds her too much of me. Again, sorry for the trouble my presence has caused on this forum, even if you've seen nothing else of me but my writing and a few pictures.
Chris