saranodamnedh
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On January 28th, I was put into a medical coma for almost four days because of a severe case of endocarditis that ended up backing my lungs up with blood, messing with my O2 levels. I ended up with an 8mm hole in my heart, and on March 28th, I had a mechanical valve replacement that went just fine.
It's been almost four months since then and while I was feeling great, both mentally and physically, I've noticed a couple of feelings that may or may not lead to depression, but both are/were unexpected to me.
One is guilt. I feel bad that my family and friends worried about me so much. My mother keeps telling me about how I texted her saying I was being brought to the ICU because of my O2 levels, and how it chilled her -- she lives an hour and a half from me. Also, she wouldn't know what to do if she lost me (but... I have sisters, and her mother is still alive; etc. I'm 28 years old.)
I also feel like I shouldn't be making a big deal of this. I lived. Though, the doctors told my family that they weren't sure if I would make it, I did. In my head, life goes on, I made it, now move on - so stop bringing it up because it's over now and people are tired of hearing about it.
I know in my head that these are reactions from a huge life event, but it still bothers me all the same. I've had depression on and off for my entire life, so I'm handling the post-surgery blues well enough, and I can't be thankful enough to be going to a spin class tonight, followed by a long run if it cools down enough.
It's been almost four months since then and while I was feeling great, both mentally and physically, I've noticed a couple of feelings that may or may not lead to depression, but both are/were unexpected to me.
One is guilt. I feel bad that my family and friends worried about me so much. My mother keeps telling me about how I texted her saying I was being brought to the ICU because of my O2 levels, and how it chilled her -- she lives an hour and a half from me. Also, she wouldn't know what to do if she lost me (but... I have sisters, and her mother is still alive; etc. I'm 28 years old.)
I also feel like I shouldn't be making a big deal of this. I lived. Though, the doctors told my family that they weren't sure if I would make it, I did. In my head, life goes on, I made it, now move on - so stop bringing it up because it's over now and people are tired of hearing about it.
I know in my head that these are reactions from a huge life event, but it still bothers me all the same. I've had depression on and off for my entire life, so I'm handling the post-surgery blues well enough, and I can't be thankful enough to be going to a spin class tonight, followed by a long run if it cools down enough.