I'm alive (sorta)
Added 2017-08-26 20:58:46 +0000 UTCSorry for the sudden, unexplained hiatus. At first I was like, I'll just finish a fic a few days late and be like "Here's why I was late." and then move on, but then things went from bad to worse, and then instead of being a few weeks my hiatus turned into almost two months. So I'll start at the beginning and explain all that's gone down.
At the beginning of July I had to head up to Colorado for some family business. My grandmother has always been a little paranoid and a bit absentminded, but lately it's been getting to the point where it's really bad. Like, bad enough that we had to have her taken in for an evaluation, and the doctor's agree that she's showing signs of early stage Alzheimer's. I went up there with my parents to help get her situated in an assisted living home which went over about as well as you'd expect. Not only was the physical act of moving exhausting, but having to deal with her lashing out at everyone was extra taxing emotionally as well. So I was mentally and physically exhausted the whole time and without access to my PC or the privacy to get any writing done.
Anyway once that was done, we got back home, and within days of getting back my mom went to the hospital for severe chest pains, and the docs said they'd need to remove her gallbladder. Gallbladder surgery is not that big of a deal. She went in, got it pulled out, and was sent home the very same day, but as she was recovering in bed she got worse and worse and worse until we had to have her re-hospitalized within 2 days of getting out. Turns out one of her lungs had collapsed and as a result she had developed a bad case of pneumonia. It was a little touch and go for a bit there, and during the time she was recovering I was either working one of my two day jobs or visiting her at the hospital (or once she was cleared to go home) I was chaufferring her around to follow up doctor visits.
That put me well into July, and at the beginning of August was the giant annual inventory at my warehouse job, so for the last 2 weeks of July I was putting in overtime at the warehouse while working my second job on top of that, and since it was the end of the month it was crunch time at the CPA firm as well so I was working extra hours at both jobs. I was basically working or sleeping. By the time inventory actually happened I was so fatigued that I was barely functional which is probably why my immune system decided to shoot me the double deuce and skip town. I ended up with a flu so bad that I was bedridden for over a week, and once I started to recover I was once again back at work, but I was so fatigued and easily winded that as soon as work was over I would go right home and sleep for 10+ hours. Eventually the extreme fatigue got so bad that I called the doctor about it and it turns out that while my sinuses and lungs were gunked up from the flu I developed a really bad respiratory infection as well. So they pumped me full of antibiotics and sent me on my way. I continued to work my jobs during all this because I don't have any sick hours to use so I was in a medicated haze and either working or sleeping for a few weeks there. I honestly have next to no memory of most of August. My steam account says I have been playing a lot of video games, but I don't know how much of that was me sitting at the computer staring at the screen like a zombie or how much of that was me turning the game on and then forgetting about it and passing out.
Anyways that brings me up to this past week. During the extended infection coma I missed a major doctor appointment (with a different doctor) and now I ran out of my anti-depressants and the doc won't refill em til I go see her again which won't be til late September so on top of all the badness that went down this past month I have been suffering from pretty bad withdrawal symptoms as well. Although now that I have been off the meds for almost three weeks, I have noticed those symptoms fading as well. I am nowhere near 100% now, but I am far less comatose than I have been. I'm gonna spend the next few days getting some stories cleaned up and posted because although I have been in one helluva funk I did actually do some writing, I was just too out of it to finish anything so I have a lot of half-fleshed out drabbles scattered across my hard drive that need a lot of polish.
In the meantime I have a fic to share with you guys, This was supposed to be a commission fic, but the commissioner went MIA when it came time to finalize the deal so now I am sorta stuck with a finished product and no audience. I figure it'd be safe to share it here.
This story is titled The Extra Extra-Terrestrial and it should tickle the fancy of some dick growth folks out there.
Comments
Geez. I guess that I'm blessed in a way with my mom having dementia, but not being negative like that. Though, I suppose it might also be the fact that even though DHS took her from me 2-years ago [as of August 5th], I managed to get her feeling better by reading to her for hours every night by telephone and providing her with supplements and things that I found through diligent research of the existent literature until I found stuff that *could* potentially help. Considering how the other patients have faired, she's doing rather well and has shown signs of coming back from the void, so to speak. I've done what I can though perhaps it is harder when it's your mom and you've already lost your dad? Meh. I don't know. =P <=Plays the Cluelessness Trap Card. Mom has been doing better, though I've struggled myself with the meds, though it seems like I have an easier time than other people--though, I'm not sure why that is, exactly, since with C-PTSD, ADHD, major depression, general anxiety, etc., you'd think that getting all of my meds would be a pain. Of course, it doesn't help when I space off and forget my appointments. ROFL Actually, my pharmacy mails me my prescriptions from the doctor's office, so that *might* help a bit, but either way, it's clinical malpractice to force you to wait two weeks between SSRIs as they cause withdrawal. Oh, Ziel, I totally know the feeling about getting in to see the doc being spread out [unless you get buddy buddy with the gatekeeprs]. Either way, normally you're supposed to be able to contact the pharmacy and have they process a refill for your prescription, and if you run out and can't get in to see the doc, they can usually give you a partial prescription to tide you over until then, because going without SSRIs or other drugs that have known major withdrawal symptoms is dangerous to the patient. Heh... Sorry, I probably sound like a frigging nerd right now. =3 Sorry... ><
TheDragonLord
2017-11-06 05:00:51 +0000 UTCThat's basically where I am. It's tough to get into see this doc. I was lucky to get an appointment a month out. Usually it takes at least 2.
Ziel R.
2017-08-26 21:10:52 +0000 UTCPerscribers can be such pains in the ass about medication. My doc's cut me off till SHE has a free moment in two friggin weeks.
Dantels
2017-08-26 21:08:13 +0000 UTC