So, my ER and hospital stay odyssey is (hopefully) finally over - at least the first stage of it all. Back home, feeling somewhat better - that being loosely defined I guess. But now I'm in recovery mode, and I really hate that because I generally keep myself busy at all times - I usually always have something to do.
Right now, all I have to do it heal - along with processing how to move forward while organizing all I got on my plate.
There's just so much to unpack about it all. I know from the 2+ decades here that others now gone and still here have gone through much worse than I did, so I didn't do the prior thread (or for that matter this one) as something along the lines of "look at me" or "woah is me". I've done them because it was something different than the usual stuff that goes on around these parts.
The initial purpose was what I thought were going to be my observations about people during the visit. And human beings are indeed a curious bunch - seeing them under somewhat uncomfortable situations (such as at a hospital ER) I thought might expose me (therefore, us here) to people at their best and worst. And also the staff I'd come across - they are after all "people too". Just seeing this mish mash all thrown together might be - something different...and I thought I'd chronicle it all just for shits and giggles.
Call it...a message board distraction from the same old same olds.
Here's the rub - I NEVER thought that it'd morph into what it did - that I really was pretty messed up. And that caused the original thread to morph from "what I see" into "holy shit, bags...this escalated quickly, and you better get your proverbial shit together on this, and do that pronto".
If there's one lesson to (re)learn from my ordeal, that is for all of you to learn how to listen to what your body is telling you when it's messed up. I firmly believe us human beings have blind spots - things they simply aren't good at seeing even when they're front and center.
I damn near killed myself in the late 2010's with stress (and as it turned out, cancer) because life's layered zaniness just sort of blinded me to major clues my body was giving out that I was messed up then, too.
I vowed then...pay attention, you idiot. Yet, somehow once again - things got past me. Not going to go into too much detail there - just know that lesson - PAY ATTENTION TO YOUR BODY. Because, someday - you may not get a second (or third, etc) chance.
Right now, all I have to do it heal - along with processing how to move forward while organizing all I got on my plate.
There's just so much to unpack about it all. I know from the 2+ decades here that others now gone and still here have gone through much worse than I did, so I didn't do the prior thread (or for that matter this one) as something along the lines of "look at me" or "woah is me". I've done them because it was something different than the usual stuff that goes on around these parts.
The initial purpose was what I thought were going to be my observations about people during the visit. And human beings are indeed a curious bunch - seeing them under somewhat uncomfortable situations (such as at a hospital ER) I thought might expose me (therefore, us here) to people at their best and worst. And also the staff I'd come across - they are after all "people too". Just seeing this mish mash all thrown together might be - something different...and I thought I'd chronicle it all just for shits and giggles.
Call it...a message board distraction from the same old same olds.
Here's the rub - I NEVER thought that it'd morph into what it did - that I really was pretty messed up. And that caused the original thread to morph from "what I see" into "holy shit, bags...this escalated quickly, and you better get your proverbial shit together on this, and do that pronto".
If there's one lesson to (re)learn from my ordeal, that is for all of you to learn how to listen to what your body is telling you when it's messed up. I firmly believe us human beings have blind spots - things they simply aren't good at seeing even when they're front and center.
I damn near killed myself in the late 2010's with stress (and as it turned out, cancer) because life's layered zaniness just sort of blinded me to major clues my body was giving out that I was messed up then, too.
I vowed then...pay attention, you idiot. Yet, somehow once again - things got past me. Not going to go into too much detail there - just know that lesson - PAY ATTENTION TO YOUR BODY. Because, someday - you may not get a second (or third, etc) chance.
