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PeggyM
It's so hard not to give in to the depression that comes before the surgery that changes your life yet again. My work has been treating me horribly, almost harrassing me because of mulitple doctor appts. and having to go home because of the pain from my angiogram. It doesn't help at all. Right now it's those stresses more than the upcoming surgery that is making me hit bottom. So.......
I called the behavioral medicine triage number one of my doctors gave me for when the stress becomes too much. I got disconnected 6 times!!!!! Hahaha! Let me tell you, I was on the edge and about a step away from going over last night, babbling to myself and hitting redial over and over again. Finally I got an operator at another number and she tried. Got disconnected as well. In the end, a man comes on and tells me the crisis office is closed for the day and could I call back Monday. I thought, they might as well have a recorded message that says, "I'm sorry. The crisis office is closed but please call back Monday if you haven't committed suicide yet."
A co-worker told me the other day that I looked so tired. She asked me why I'm so tired all the time. I tried not to slap her silly face and instead calmly reminded her of my heart problem. "Do you take iron? You should take iron.", she scolded. I wanted to reply, "Do you eat anything other than junk food and bon bons? You should go on a diet."
I'm trying not lose my humor but the happy thoughts are abandoning me. Fortunately I have a sister who actually makes heart surgery fun. When she stayed with me for the second one she would have to turn her head or walk away alot because we'd burst out laughing just looking at eachother. Well, she would. I tried to suppress it 'cuz you know how it hurts. Ha! When I woke up in recovery she was right there in my face, asking me if I saw Elvis! Heehee...Thank God for her.
I called the behavioral medicine triage number one of my doctors gave me for when the stress becomes too much. I got disconnected 6 times!!!!! Hahaha! Let me tell you, I was on the edge and about a step away from going over last night, babbling to myself and hitting redial over and over again. Finally I got an operator at another number and she tried. Got disconnected as well. In the end, a man comes on and tells me the crisis office is closed for the day and could I call back Monday. I thought, they might as well have a recorded message that says, "I'm sorry. The crisis office is closed but please call back Monday if you haven't committed suicide yet."
A co-worker told me the other day that I looked so tired. She asked me why I'm so tired all the time. I tried not to slap her silly face and instead calmly reminded her of my heart problem. "Do you take iron? You should take iron.", she scolded. I wanted to reply, "Do you eat anything other than junk food and bon bons? You should go on a diet."
I'm trying not lose my humor but the happy thoughts are abandoning me. Fortunately I have a sister who actually makes heart surgery fun. When she stayed with me for the second one she would have to turn her head or walk away alot because we'd burst out laughing just looking at eachother. Well, she would. I tried to suppress it 'cuz you know how it hurts. Ha! When I woke up in recovery she was right there in my face, asking me if I saw Elvis! Heehee...Thank God for her.