AngMich...I'm sorry you're having a bad time. Yes, usually I can compartmentalize with the pros. I tend to visualize an apothecary chest that has SO many little drawers. I stuff my fears and fury, along with my sadness, pain and despair into their individual drawers. I manage (on a semi-good day) to keep it locked tight and neat. Sometimes they just FLING
open and all my stuff is exposed=(
Q...Glad you got the pump fixed and are on your way to greener pastures...um...mountains for the weekend. We're hosting family, though my husband says I shouldn't be, for big southern style BBQ on Saturday. I must confess that I waited around until the last minute to see if siblings would step up and say "Dixie, you don't need this stress after a summer of shingles in your eye (on top of everything else). Take it easy...wink-wink...we've got this baby girl. We'll get everything catered if we can just meet at your house". Not gonna happen.
Anyhoo...I'm not in Bama...their "Tide" is our adversary on the field. Have to give 'em props=) And thanks, Q for the heads up on my off topic posts. I copied and pasted to "Depression" forum so I could delete from "Chronic Pain". So no worries I hope. Life is a tangled web of both emotional and physical pain...often impossible to decipher where one starts and the other one stops.
In 1985 I was "stretched" with 16 lbs. of cervical traction for 9+ days in hospital. TMI but I get the squirts just thinking about this. My mom was the only available "body" to stay with me day and night. The neurosurgeon would come into my room to talk to me...but she would act out to get his attention. One day he was explaining my anticipated healing process. He emphasized my need to address my depression and anxiety. He pointed his finger at my mom and said...That's your biggest problem. 'Nough said...or we'll have to get the graham crackers and chocolate to talk s'more about those marshmallows=)
Abilene...I'm glad to hear you had a good night's sleep. That is SO restorative and essential to maintaining our sanity. is it not? I've obviously not been getting that in a while. The shingles took away even the comfort of my head on my pillow. My right ear with swollen lymph nodes along with the weeping blisters in the early stages kept me from lying on my favorite (right) side. TMI but my eye/face would "stick" to the pillow.
GOOD NEWS for me is that the horrid sores have healed, though they've left me with half an eyebrow and a droopy eyelid/bloodshot eyeball. I'm trying to think POSITIVE. Thank God for hats and sunglasses...big ones. Too bad I can't wear either inside. Now I just have to deal with PHN...and phantom period pain...crippling lady parts pain... BOB pain from head to toe...and idiopathic what-cha-ma-call-it=( Oh, and the shingles on face/scalp don't respond well to hair color/highlights...so my husband now knows I'm gray=)