I can't vent about this anywhere else because people would just feel sorry for me. (You guys might too, but at least you're not going to try and come over and "comfort" me, translation: smother me.) I feel like I have to keep on a brave face for everyone around me just so they won't treat me like I can't do the same things I've always done (which I can, by the way).
Anyway, I guess it's finally sinking in how unfair this whole ICD thing is. I mean, the surgery at Spring Break wasn't a big deal to me because I've come to expect a pacemaker replacement every 5 years or so, and this was just to take the place of that surgery. It was really more convenient for me by having it at Spring Break anyway... But the fact that I've had the thing for less than three months and I'm already having to go in for more surgery (and let me tell you it is nowhere near convenient!) has me a bit angry. I'm not sure who to be angry with, I'm just plain angry and frustrated. I don't understand why I can't have anything be simple. I've already got a complicated enough life becasuse of my CHD, why does it have to be compounded by stinking complications from one surgery to the next?!? Is someone trying to tell me to stay away from ICDs? The last one developed an hematoma and then an infection... Will I get an infection after this one? It's not an hematoma, but it is the second surgery on the same site in a short period of time... I don't necissarily anticipate another infection. I'm just explaining why I'm so dang tired of this.
And this time I'm at a different school than I was then. So they're not used to my medical stuff. As a matter of fact, the ICD placement was the first surgery they were "around" for. I act like it's no big deal when I'm talking to my coworkers (and the students). I don't want them to freak out and think I'm some fragile thing that can't do her work. I am perfectly capable, even though every time I reach to a high shelf or carry a box or moving books there's constantly someone around to ask me if I should be doing that, or insisting on doing it for me. I did it for nearly two years at that school without anyone ever questioning, so why is it a big deal now???
And it seems I keep getting the two extreemes in reaction from my coworkers. Some are kind of freaking out, while others haven't even acknowledged that anything is going on with me, even though I asked everyone to turn in their library materials before I left for surgery (apparently they plan to wait until the last minute, or don't bother reading my emails anymore)... I don't really like either reaction. I do want some show of sympathy, just so I know they care what happens to me, but I don't want people thinking I am going to do less of a job than I've been doing all along because of this stupid inconvenience.
Everyone keeps saying "Just let it be. Don't worry about work, you're health comes first." But what they don't seem to understand is, if I stress about the work, I don't have to think about stressing over the surgery... It's easier to stress about work. I have more control over that. I'm so completely NOT in control of my heart, and it scares the he** out of me. Every time I think we're making progress a great big road block gets planted right in the way.
Okay, enough whining. I just have one more thing to say: Sometimes life sucks. There. End of vent.
Anyway, I guess it's finally sinking in how unfair this whole ICD thing is. I mean, the surgery at Spring Break wasn't a big deal to me because I've come to expect a pacemaker replacement every 5 years or so, and this was just to take the place of that surgery. It was really more convenient for me by having it at Spring Break anyway... But the fact that I've had the thing for less than three months and I'm already having to go in for more surgery (and let me tell you it is nowhere near convenient!) has me a bit angry. I'm not sure who to be angry with, I'm just plain angry and frustrated. I don't understand why I can't have anything be simple. I've already got a complicated enough life becasuse of my CHD, why does it have to be compounded by stinking complications from one surgery to the next?!? Is someone trying to tell me to stay away from ICDs? The last one developed an hematoma and then an infection... Will I get an infection after this one? It's not an hematoma, but it is the second surgery on the same site in a short period of time... I don't necissarily anticipate another infection. I'm just explaining why I'm so dang tired of this.
And this time I'm at a different school than I was then. So they're not used to my medical stuff. As a matter of fact, the ICD placement was the first surgery they were "around" for. I act like it's no big deal when I'm talking to my coworkers (and the students). I don't want them to freak out and think I'm some fragile thing that can't do her work. I am perfectly capable, even though every time I reach to a high shelf or carry a box or moving books there's constantly someone around to ask me if I should be doing that, or insisting on doing it for me. I did it for nearly two years at that school without anyone ever questioning, so why is it a big deal now???
And it seems I keep getting the two extreemes in reaction from my coworkers. Some are kind of freaking out, while others haven't even acknowledged that anything is going on with me, even though I asked everyone to turn in their library materials before I left for surgery (apparently they plan to wait until the last minute, or don't bother reading my emails anymore)... I don't really like either reaction. I do want some show of sympathy, just so I know they care what happens to me, but I don't want people thinking I am going to do less of a job than I've been doing all along because of this stupid inconvenience.
Everyone keeps saying "Just let it be. Don't worry about work, you're health comes first." But what they don't seem to understand is, if I stress about the work, I don't have to think about stressing over the surgery... It's easier to stress about work. I have more control over that. I'm so completely NOT in control of my heart, and it scares the he** out of me. Every time I think we're making progress a great big road block gets planted right in the way.
Okay, enough whining. I just have one more thing to say: Sometimes life sucks. There. End of vent.