Having to go to the ER is bad enough, but being admitted to the actual hospital sucks!!
I came back because my Picc line was infected... For the third time. My stomach was hurting along with multiple other symptoms. After this past hell-esqure week I'm completely physically and mentally drained.
I think that everyone has their own breaking point. Some people take care of families non stop while going to night school and working 30 hours a week. What I'm trying to say is that at some point or another you throw your hands up and just say I'm done.
This past week has shown me my breaking point around 10 times but the difference is that I can't throw my cards on the table and walk away. Having a chronic disease means, if you want to feel better, you are constantly thinking of your disease.
I am taking 4 classes online and finishing up 2 from last semester. If I wake up feeling like crap I have no choice but to take a small amount of pain medication, so I'm not too drowsy, sit at my kitchen table and do my homework. Due to having all of this going on, it really makes me sick. The stress makes my body function even worse.
Even though all my teachers are very considerate about getting assignments in on time I still stress. For goodness sAke, I am so not myself that I started bawling today when I found out to had to come back here. Needless to say, all of this is taking quite the toll on me.
After breaking down my mom made me realize how important it is to do what I need to do to be happy. It is not worth it for me to worry about small issues all day.
Last thought: concentrate on what is important, but not things that make you mad, sad, stresses, etc.
The picture goes to show you how upset mama and u are to be here. Ciao!!