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JoyfulSilence · 46-50, M
Live.
I almost died last year from disease. It had two effects, outside of the pain, worry, and helplessness.
First, I got mad after I survived and got treated. I wanted to heal faster, and wanted my old life back. I hated my weak body. But I will never be the same. I just have to adjust and make the best of things with a diminished body. Of course, it was bound to fall apart eventually. It has just hit me earlier than expected. Fortunately, my job and life are mostly in my mind, and I work from home. Yet even sitting for too long hurts.
Second, I loosened up and stopped caring about many things. I learned to laugh more about life, and situations. At one point I could not walk, and was cathetered at both holes. So silly. I was pumped with pills and had four neck surgeries to root out flesh eating bacteria and cover the huge hole with a skin graft. I just gave into it all and took it one day at time.
Life is better now. I can tell because now I dwell again on pre-op things, like boredom, loneliness, and bad weather. I used to use a walker and now I am back to going outside without a walker in the snow and ice with no worries. My mental endurance for such things have not changed. I was raised in Ohio
I almost died last year from disease. It had two effects, outside of the pain, worry, and helplessness.
First, I got mad after I survived and got treated. I wanted to heal faster, and wanted my old life back. I hated my weak body. But I will never be the same. I just have to adjust and make the best of things with a diminished body. Of course, it was bound to fall apart eventually. It has just hit me earlier than expected. Fortunately, my job and life are mostly in my mind, and I work from home. Yet even sitting for too long hurts.
Second, I loosened up and stopped caring about many things. I learned to laugh more about life, and situations. At one point I could not walk, and was cathetered at both holes. So silly. I was pumped with pills and had four neck surgeries to root out flesh eating bacteria and cover the huge hole with a skin graft. I just gave into it all and took it one day at time.
Life is better now. I can tell because now I dwell again on pre-op things, like boredom, loneliness, and bad weather. I used to use a walker and now I am back to going outside without a walker in the snow and ice with no worries. My mental endurance for such things have not changed. I was raised in Ohio