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Out Of Sorts

January 15, 2017

I’m feeling decidedly off-kilter these days, so please forgive me if this post reflects that. But I have stories to tell, and I hope you’ll read them. That’s why I write this blog—not only to help myself sort out my life, but to educate and hopefully entertain you, the reader. (At least sometimes.)

I’m still having trouble with excessive irritability. I bite my lips almost until they bleed in order to avoid yelling at people indiscriminately, knowing it’s no one’s fault I’m in this state of mind. Besides which, the family is doing their best to support me at this challenging time (for which I’m eternally grateful!), as I’m all at sea trying to process this stage of grief. I’ll be damned if I know what stage it is—depression? Anger?—but I know I’m in one of them…probably the anger part.

My grief counselor came by on Friday, which was terrific timing given the fact that it was the six-month anniversary of Will’s passing. She is a licensed professional counselor who knows my difficulties and helps me suss out what is my illness from what is simply emotional suffering. Even though I’m very good at that under ordinary circumstances, I’m more than a little confused these days because I’m definitely feeling a stirring underneath all the emotions that reminds me of past episodes…mixed episodes. And that is no bueno. Nothing good has ever come from a mixed episode. Those are the kind I fear most of all, and if things go any further down that road I’m going to call Dr. Goodenough. I’d rather deal with depression.

This is a bad time for all this shit (not that there’s ever a good time for it). My birthday is this coming Thursday, and I’m trying to be happy about it. I’m turning 58. Might as well be 60, Lord knows I’m getting close enough. But my son-in-law Clark has already spoiled me rotten by buying me my first honest piece of luggage, a beautiful London Fog carry-on bag with wheels for our next trip. He also got me a dressy top (only a 2x!! I was too big for 4x just a few months ago) and a tiny purse that was outrageously expensive, but with 70% off it wasn’t too bad. That’s for Disney World, where I won’t want to carry around a big bag. Clark says, “You deserve nice things”. I’ve only heard that from one other person in my life, and that, of course, was Will.

Oh yeah, I renewed my nursing license for one final time. I had enough practice hours in the last five years to qualify, so I went ahead and renewed just for the hell of it. I can’t see any situation that would enable me to use it, except maybe for volunteer work, but there’s something so satisfying in calling myself an RN. I’m proud of it.

Once again, I had to disclose the fact that I have “well-managed bipolar 1” and am not practicing at this time, but I had no trouble with the Board of Nursing. Sometimes they can be stinky about nurses with mental illnesses and tend to lump us in with addicts and alcoholics; I’ve been lucky twice in not being mandated to enter a so-called “rehabilitation” program. I don’t even want to go into detail about how horrible these programs are, especially for nurses who have only MI and don’t deserve to be placed in one. Suffice it to say that I’m in the clear, and though I’ll have to give it up the next time my license comes up for renewal, I should be able to apply for RN Emeritus status and be officially retired.

So, that’s my verbal incontinence for the day. Lot of words in this one. If you’re a praying person, I ask you to put in a good word for me with the Lord that I can get past this whatever-it-is, and continue to mourn my husband without my illness complicating things. If not, positive energies and good vibrations will do. Thank you.

 

 

 

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5 Comments leave one →
  1. January 15, 2017 9:31 pm

    Keep writing. I think it’s really good for you and I’m really enjoying it.

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  2. January 16, 2017 1:00 am

    I absolutely HATE out of sorts, which I’ve been the last two days. For good reason of course but don’t you hate it that we have to monitor even that 😦 ANNNNYway… hope you keep at it – sounds like you are doing what you need to do right now. xoxo

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  3. January 17, 2017 4:52 am

    First off, I am very sorry for your loss.:( I cannot even imagine what it would be like to lose my husband. HUGS 😦 I’m an LPN. I had no desire to even be a nurse, but being the good friend that I am, I went with a friend to nursing school because she didn’t want to go by herself. Oh boy…turned out, I found my calling. I loved it so much and soaked up all that knowledge and retained it. My plan was then to do the bridge program and get my RN. Never made it there. I let my license lapse a long time ago, but that doesn’t mean I’m not a nurse anymore. I’ve got the diploma right here. I still have all my knowledge and everything, which has sure come in handy with 4 kids and being sick when they were babies and toddler’s, like most children of that age, and then with my very, very long list of crap that’s wrong with me, physically and mentally. So I am a nurse. I’m just no longer working as one. I’m permanently disabled. I pray and I will pray for you. I will add you to my prayer list. I’m not super religious, but I do believe in a higher power that I refer to as “God” I’m more of a spiritual person. Don’t get into organized religion anymore. I was raised Catholic. And, I also send tons of good, strong, healing vibes, of which I’ll do for you, too. I hope you feel better soon. You’re on a rough journey. I’m here if you ever need to chat or vent or whatever. Take care. HUGS. Peace out! I will be praying. He never listens to me when I pray for myself, but I sure hope he is listening when I do all that praying for everyone else.:)

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