About a week ago my mother had a stroke. I had noticed her voice slurring 3 days before taking her to the hospital. I didn't know anything was truly wrong because she said she felt fine. It wasn't until 3 days later that I saw her facial features looked uneven that I decided to take her to the hospital. Everyone asked, "what made you decide to come in today" after hearing her symptoms and I just felt like they were judging me. Possibly because I was judging myself for not taking her sooner. I had an inkling of a thought but either I was too ignorant of the signs of a stroke and what it actually means or I just truly didn't want to believe that it could be happening.
Too many unfortunate things to learn the hard way.
My mom is home now and it's been trouble making sure she keeps up with medicine and all of these new appointments and doctors. I've been so lethargic lately as well on top of all of this. When she had the stroke I was fine, emotionally. It was after several phone calls of repeating the same information and having my dad and brother call to tell me their problems or tell me about my life that I noticed I couldn't deal anymore. I felt stress tickling my nerves and fibers of my being. It built up so much that I was light headed, shaky, and had a terribly short temper with those around me.
I was at risk of making a lot of mistakes on the job that could cost me my job and Lord knows I didn't need that. It was terrible and it's terrible to still feel these effects and negative moods. I'm hoping to join a gym soon, cram it into my budget, as a way of channeling and releasing this energy I have inside and hopefully killing my lethargy.
Ah, finances are another issue but I'm telling myself that it's all fine, and it's a work in progress. I had a good plan going but my mom's new meds cost over $80 a month unless we can get the docs to prescribe more of them instead of recommending them to see what the insurance will cover. More often than not, they won't cover those.
As of now, I still have the same wishes and desires, but it's as if I'm coming of age again because these dreams and wishes feel more unobtainable the sicker my parents become.
Too many unfortunate things to learn the hard way.
My mom is home now and it's been trouble making sure she keeps up with medicine and all of these new appointments and doctors. I've been so lethargic lately as well on top of all of this. When she had the stroke I was fine, emotionally. It was after several phone calls of repeating the same information and having my dad and brother call to tell me their problems or tell me about my life that I noticed I couldn't deal anymore. I felt stress tickling my nerves and fibers of my being. It built up so much that I was light headed, shaky, and had a terribly short temper with those around me.
I was at risk of making a lot of mistakes on the job that could cost me my job and Lord knows I didn't need that. It was terrible and it's terrible to still feel these effects and negative moods. I'm hoping to join a gym soon, cram it into my budget, as a way of channeling and releasing this energy I have inside and hopefully killing my lethargy.
Ah, finances are another issue but I'm telling myself that it's all fine, and it's a work in progress. I had a good plan going but my mom's new meds cost over $80 a month unless we can get the docs to prescribe more of them instead of recommending them to see what the insurance will cover. More often than not, they won't cover those.
As of now, I still have the same wishes and desires, but it's as if I'm coming of age again because these dreams and wishes feel more unobtainable the sicker my parents become.
