Tired...
Headache...
Sternal incision pain...
Surgeon basically said...'yeah, you'll have pain...LIVE WITH IT...'
or my favorite...'try TYLENOL...'
doesn't work...
frustrated...
too much PAIN...
for TOO LONG...
can't think about DIVORCE...
actually PHYSICALLY makes my HEART HURT...
NOT FAIR
NOT FAIR
NOT FAIR...
did u know if u take vorc
out of divorce
you get DIE?
like i said,
NOT FAIR!
thanks,
needed to vent..
one more thing...
can't even play on the computer...hurts my CHEST...annoying and NOT FAIR
NOT FAIR
NOT FAIR
NOT FAIR
ok,
JOANNAJEAN
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Chapter 21: part VII (ending)
Chapter 21; ALONE; part VII (ending)
anyway, so like 745pm or so i tried to rest and i was afraid i'd die, so i asked dad to just stay there for awhile and make sure i didn't die. he just nodded and sat there. i told him he could go, just check on me before he left. i let myself go, and it felt wierd, because you know how in cartoons and stuff, how they show dead people with their tongues hanging out? well, that's how i felt, i was so spent, that i thought i was going to die because i could feel my tongue like it was falling out of my mouth like i was a dead woman. totally freaked the hell out of me, and i think i even told my dad...
anyway, i slept and had a totally psychadelic trippy dream. when i woke up, it was only 9pm and this voice in the wall (the intercom), he said 'Joanna, sweetie, are you alright?' it was nice of him to be so kind, he had a very purry, comforting voice. I told him, 'yeah, i just have to pee, i'm ok.' my dad must have told them i was scared and to check on me.
i think that night, it was J who took care of me, i think. i had that headache and was scared to go to sleep. but she told me she'd check on me in an hour, and somehow that comforted me, and i was able to drift off.
that psychadelic dream i had though, ew, it was wierd and freaky. it revolved around the clicks and whirling sound that the IV was making, that and my headache, and i was hot and uncomfortable.
the dream was about underground compartments that everyone's soul or spirit is trapped in. and this spirit you have has only one chance in it's life, or in it's eternity to 'snap' one picture, and one picture only...so you have to watch and wait for the perfect snapshot, because once you take it, that's YOUR picture, your mark on eternity, and that's IT, your gone, your dead, vanished.
So i followed all these people during this dream and their 'snapshots.' I remember, in particular, JP. He had a beautiful snapshot, it was curvy and a little swirly, it was a large marble, with the blue and greenish swirls within the marble, i know you've seen those type of marbles, and it was bright, like acrylic paints or a mosaic, like stained glass, that type of brightness and color, and this orb was contained in a, kind of like an old-fashioned wooden house-shaped watering well, very pretty, i could probably paint or draw it, and it's sitting on a green, grassy little hill, and it's lit somehow from the side so all the colors show, but there's a hint of a shadow too. and there's a little bit of a blue backround, lighter blue at the bottom, and getting darker blue toward the top, and nearly black at the very top. i can picture it.
lots of the innocent and young people who got to take 'snapshots' were similar, but with hues of pink, and swirls of yellow-orange. i think there was one for my dad, but i don't really remember it...but the one for JP was very vivid, i think because he has blue eyes.
If there was one for T it was yellow, a stark yellow with a bite - a contrasting stripe of orange running right through the middle, like an unsymettrical corkscrew, even like an umbilical cord, strange enough, very strong and distinct, absolute - if that's the right word...
strange, maybe eyes are gates to someone's soul, even though T doesn't have yellow eyes, he definately has a strong, undenying, and definitive spirit...
anyway, i don't think i had a snapshot for myself, i was kind of like witnessing the snapshots of other people, even strangers, but the 'snap' corresponded, i realized when i woke up, to the 'snap' that the IV made when it switched from the vancomycin to the normal saline. isn't that strange?
and then the whirring of the pump was like the 'roller coaster' i felt like i was on while i was watching the snapshots, cool, huh? i would definately say that was a 'trip,' but i wasn't really on any mind-altering drugs, it was more like a loss of blood and trauma that caused the dream. but boy, it was hard to sleep that night, i had bad muscle spasms in my head, neck, and all down my back too. ick.
i wish i could remember the snapshot i had for myself, i think there was some brilliant red in it, i think for sure there was some red, i think like sunrise or sunset colors too, kinda smudged in there.
anyway, i had been wanting to write that for awhile now, it was a very difficult day, that friday. i had been so uncomfortable with the bed and the diet and the muscle spasms and them not treating my anxiety, those are some of the reasons i had to leave on sunday, i just had to get out of there!
JOANNAJEAN
(end)
anyway, so like 745pm or so i tried to rest and i was afraid i'd die, so i asked dad to just stay there for awhile and make sure i didn't die. he just nodded and sat there. i told him he could go, just check on me before he left. i let myself go, and it felt wierd, because you know how in cartoons and stuff, how they show dead people with their tongues hanging out? well, that's how i felt, i was so spent, that i thought i was going to die because i could feel my tongue like it was falling out of my mouth like i was a dead woman. totally freaked the hell out of me, and i think i even told my dad...
anyway, i slept and had a totally psychadelic trippy dream. when i woke up, it was only 9pm and this voice in the wall (the intercom), he said 'Joanna, sweetie, are you alright?' it was nice of him to be so kind, he had a very purry, comforting voice. I told him, 'yeah, i just have to pee, i'm ok.' my dad must have told them i was scared and to check on me.
i think that night, it was J who took care of me, i think. i had that headache and was scared to go to sleep. but she told me she'd check on me in an hour, and somehow that comforted me, and i was able to drift off.
that psychadelic dream i had though, ew, it was wierd and freaky. it revolved around the clicks and whirling sound that the IV was making, that and my headache, and i was hot and uncomfortable.
the dream was about underground compartments that everyone's soul or spirit is trapped in. and this spirit you have has only one chance in it's life, or in it's eternity to 'snap' one picture, and one picture only...so you have to watch and wait for the perfect snapshot, because once you take it, that's YOUR picture, your mark on eternity, and that's IT, your gone, your dead, vanished.
So i followed all these people during this dream and their 'snapshots.' I remember, in particular, JP. He had a beautiful snapshot, it was curvy and a little swirly, it was a large marble, with the blue and greenish swirls within the marble, i know you've seen those type of marbles, and it was bright, like acrylic paints or a mosaic, like stained glass, that type of brightness and color, and this orb was contained in a, kind of like an old-fashioned wooden house-shaped watering well, very pretty, i could probably paint or draw it, and it's sitting on a green, grassy little hill, and it's lit somehow from the side so all the colors show, but there's a hint of a shadow too. and there's a little bit of a blue backround, lighter blue at the bottom, and getting darker blue toward the top, and nearly black at the very top. i can picture it.
lots of the innocent and young people who got to take 'snapshots' were similar, but with hues of pink, and swirls of yellow-orange. i think there was one for my dad, but i don't really remember it...but the one for JP was very vivid, i think because he has blue eyes.
If there was one for T it was yellow, a stark yellow with a bite - a contrasting stripe of orange running right through the middle, like an unsymettrical corkscrew, even like an umbilical cord, strange enough, very strong and distinct, absolute - if that's the right word...
strange, maybe eyes are gates to someone's soul, even though T doesn't have yellow eyes, he definately has a strong, undenying, and definitive spirit...
anyway, i don't think i had a snapshot for myself, i was kind of like witnessing the snapshots of other people, even strangers, but the 'snap' corresponded, i realized when i woke up, to the 'snap' that the IV made when it switched from the vancomycin to the normal saline. isn't that strange?
and then the whirring of the pump was like the 'roller coaster' i felt like i was on while i was watching the snapshots, cool, huh? i would definately say that was a 'trip,' but i wasn't really on any mind-altering drugs, it was more like a loss of blood and trauma that caused the dream. but boy, it was hard to sleep that night, i had bad muscle spasms in my head, neck, and all down my back too. ick.
i wish i could remember the snapshot i had for myself, i think there was some brilliant red in it, i think for sure there was some red, i think like sunrise or sunset colors too, kinda smudged in there.
anyway, i had been wanting to write that for awhile now, it was a very difficult day, that friday. i had been so uncomfortable with the bed and the diet and the muscle spasms and them not treating my anxiety, those are some of the reasons i had to leave on sunday, i just had to get out of there!
JOANNAJEAN
(end)
chapter 21; part VI
Chapter 21; ALONE; part VI
finally after about like 20 minutes, when everything was calmed down and cleaned up and G had left, my dad walked in, and i was like, 'where the hell have you been! do you KNOW what i just went through!' well, i said that fleetingly in my head and just choked as i told him, 'dad, i stood up and HALF MY BODY FELL OUT OF ME..' i told him this in a weak voice and he didn't hear me. he said, 'huh?' and i took a breath and repeated, 'dad,' and took another breath, 'they took out the tube, and i stood up and all this fluid came out, it was like half of my body fell to the floor.' he just looked at me as to say again, 'huh?' He looked at me dumbly, then looked around - everything looked fine - and he said, 'hmm,' and sat down. he had no idea, and i was too tired to explain further.
i had already been through enough that afternoon. the chest tube coming out, then getting cleaned up. before that, G had brilliantly put in an IV in my left forearm so that the neck IV could be removed later.
also, i had had a strange call from JP earlier where he seemed to have no clue in the universe what the hell i was talking about, he just kept saying, 'yeah, well, i understand that...yeah, hmm.' i tried to explain how wrong it all was, but he either wasn't listening or didn't get it or was on something, so i just hung up the phone and shook my head, it wasn't worth trying to get him to get it.
so, yes, the rest of that friday was extremely traumatic, but at least my dad was there to kind of help me through it. M took the neck line out of me just before the end of shift. G was scared of me at that point and was avoiding us.
Then, to cause more angst... at the end of the day, we were all exhausted, and in comes the nutritionist to give us a delightful discussion about the wonderful cardiac diet, and to LECTURE me about the fact that i haven't eaten and dietary will take special measures to make sure i get something i can eat. my dad and i were so tired at that point, we didn't want any lectures about diet or what i should or shouldn't be eating. i think we were a little rude to her, and i swear she was in my high school class, but we were just so tired...
dad stayed with me, tried to get me to eat some dinner, i think he helped me eat a little of it. my taste was all off after getting so many tubes taken out of me.
I shouldn't have tensed so much when M took out the neck line, because it made it bleed more, and being tensed made my heart pound, which made the blood come out more, which wasn't good. i should have just relaxed, but i forgot, but it really hurt, all that tape, it was like she was ripping my face off, ick.
and afterwards, and for like 3 weeks after that, i had this horrible hollow-like headache, my head felt 'tinny' like it was a tin can with not enough blood in it, and my head would pound diagonally from where the neck line was, across to the other side of my skull, and then roll around the top cranium part.
so around 7 i was with dad, just trying to recover, and i was resting and like 730pm or so, P comes bounding in. it was nice to see her, and a surprise, and she had a strange, but appropriately suited 'psychadelic' get-well card, and a very pretty potted plant.
she was scared to death of me because my sternum scar was showing and there was blood showing thru the steri-strips. i didn't know that, or i would have pulled my gown up a bit. Poor P, she was very nice though, and stayed just a few minutes, she said she had a date she was looking forward to, and she was dressed the part. i was totally on the other side, you know, the real world vs. the hospital world, so i had temporarily forgotten about dates people go on, like normal for a Friday night, or parties or socializing or friends, or driving, or anything like that, normal.
i was just scared that there wasn't enough blood in my head and i felt a little wierd and spooky after she left. i told the night nurse that, and that i was scared. i shouldn't have been scared though because they had that wireless monitor on me, and apparently it worked, because a couple days later they came to check on me when i got out of bed and my heart rate went up to 140.
JOANNAJEAN
(part VII next...)
finally after about like 20 minutes, when everything was calmed down and cleaned up and G had left, my dad walked in, and i was like, 'where the hell have you been! do you KNOW what i just went through!' well, i said that fleetingly in my head and just choked as i told him, 'dad, i stood up and HALF MY BODY FELL OUT OF ME..' i told him this in a weak voice and he didn't hear me. he said, 'huh?' and i took a breath and repeated, 'dad,' and took another breath, 'they took out the tube, and i stood up and all this fluid came out, it was like half of my body fell to the floor.' he just looked at me as to say again, 'huh?' He looked at me dumbly, then looked around - everything looked fine - and he said, 'hmm,' and sat down. he had no idea, and i was too tired to explain further.
i had already been through enough that afternoon. the chest tube coming out, then getting cleaned up. before that, G had brilliantly put in an IV in my left forearm so that the neck IV could be removed later.
also, i had had a strange call from JP earlier where he seemed to have no clue in the universe what the hell i was talking about, he just kept saying, 'yeah, well, i understand that...yeah, hmm.' i tried to explain how wrong it all was, but he either wasn't listening or didn't get it or was on something, so i just hung up the phone and shook my head, it wasn't worth trying to get him to get it.
so, yes, the rest of that friday was extremely traumatic, but at least my dad was there to kind of help me through it. M took the neck line out of me just before the end of shift. G was scared of me at that point and was avoiding us.
Then, to cause more angst... at the end of the day, we were all exhausted, and in comes the nutritionist to give us a delightful discussion about the wonderful cardiac diet, and to LECTURE me about the fact that i haven't eaten and dietary will take special measures to make sure i get something i can eat. my dad and i were so tired at that point, we didn't want any lectures about diet or what i should or shouldn't be eating. i think we were a little rude to her, and i swear she was in my high school class, but we were just so tired...
dad stayed with me, tried to get me to eat some dinner, i think he helped me eat a little of it. my taste was all off after getting so many tubes taken out of me.
I shouldn't have tensed so much when M took out the neck line, because it made it bleed more, and being tensed made my heart pound, which made the blood come out more, which wasn't good. i should have just relaxed, but i forgot, but it really hurt, all that tape, it was like she was ripping my face off, ick.
and afterwards, and for like 3 weeks after that, i had this horrible hollow-like headache, my head felt 'tinny' like it was a tin can with not enough blood in it, and my head would pound diagonally from where the neck line was, across to the other side of my skull, and then roll around the top cranium part.
so around 7 i was with dad, just trying to recover, and i was resting and like 730pm or so, P comes bounding in. it was nice to see her, and a surprise, and she had a strange, but appropriately suited 'psychadelic' get-well card, and a very pretty potted plant.
she was scared to death of me because my sternum scar was showing and there was blood showing thru the steri-strips. i didn't know that, or i would have pulled my gown up a bit. Poor P, she was very nice though, and stayed just a few minutes, she said she had a date she was looking forward to, and she was dressed the part. i was totally on the other side, you know, the real world vs. the hospital world, so i had temporarily forgotten about dates people go on, like normal for a Friday night, or parties or socializing or friends, or driving, or anything like that, normal.
i was just scared that there wasn't enough blood in my head and i felt a little wierd and spooky after she left. i told the night nurse that, and that i was scared. i shouldn't have been scared though because they had that wireless monitor on me, and apparently it worked, because a couple days later they came to check on me when i got out of bed and my heart rate went up to 140.
JOANNAJEAN
(part VII next...)
Chapter 21: ALONE: part IV
Chapter 21: ALONE: part V
looking back, i don't see how i didn't faint, all of that fluid coming out of me at once, maybe because it wasn't in my central circulatory system, it was just like accessory excess fluid, that it didn't affect my blood pressure or anything.
anyway, back to subject, i wobbled to the bathroom, holding my gown so it wouldn't get more soaked and so i wouldn't trip on it. i weeble-wobbled toward the bathroom, and an aide with a mop walked in just as i reached the bathroom door.
she just looked at me, the mess, the bed, then back at me who was holding my gown in one hand and the IV pole in another hand. her eyes got real wide and she said 'what happened here!' in a voice that got high pitched at the end of her sentence, and in her southern accent. she just looked, she didn't know what to do.
i, myself, was a little aghast about the scene and in disbelief how bloody everything was. I just stood there, trying to keep my composure, and said, 'i'm ok...it's fluid from the chest tube. M just took the chest tube out of me. I had to pee.'
she never asked if i was ok. but she sure was shocked. she turned around to get G and i continued to the bathroom. I just had to pee so i didn't take long. G and the cleaning lady walked in and they mumbled amongst each other. I just stood there, helpless, what could i do or say, it wasn't my fault. I think i said, among their mumbling, 'i'm sorry,' in a weak voice...
Finally G got her nursing composure back and said, 'i'll handle it, i'll take care of it, i'll just clean it up, ok?'
so she left to get some linens and i hobbled back toward the bed. she had me sit on the chair, still dripping a little and completley naked and shaking and trembling.
i was tired, spent, and a little ashamed at the mess i had made, but there was nothing i could do, i was so tired but i sat up straight because i'd be MORE tired if i had to sit slumped.
i felt bad for G, i know she had other things to do for other patients, and i think she had been having a difficult day anyway in general, and she had to stop everything and tend to the mess i made.
but she did it, didn't complain, like a good old-fashioned nurse, did what she had to do, changed the bed linens, cleaned up the splatters on the floor, and put a new gown on me, all within a few minutes.
i still felt bad about it. we got me back in the bed with plenty of those incontinence pads on the bed this time, and she put on another dressing with a LOT of tape.
then finally i had a chance to catch my breath again, but boy was i tired. i was so tired, i was too tired to catch my breath!
JOANNAJEAN
(part VI next...)
looking back, i don't see how i didn't faint, all of that fluid coming out of me at once, maybe because it wasn't in my central circulatory system, it was just like accessory excess fluid, that it didn't affect my blood pressure or anything.
anyway, back to subject, i wobbled to the bathroom, holding my gown so it wouldn't get more soaked and so i wouldn't trip on it. i weeble-wobbled toward the bathroom, and an aide with a mop walked in just as i reached the bathroom door.
she just looked at me, the mess, the bed, then back at me who was holding my gown in one hand and the IV pole in another hand. her eyes got real wide and she said 'what happened here!' in a voice that got high pitched at the end of her sentence, and in her southern accent. she just looked, she didn't know what to do.
i, myself, was a little aghast about the scene and in disbelief how bloody everything was. I just stood there, trying to keep my composure, and said, 'i'm ok...it's fluid from the chest tube. M just took the chest tube out of me. I had to pee.'
she never asked if i was ok. but she sure was shocked. she turned around to get G and i continued to the bathroom. I just had to pee so i didn't take long. G and the cleaning lady walked in and they mumbled amongst each other. I just stood there, helpless, what could i do or say, it wasn't my fault. I think i said, among their mumbling, 'i'm sorry,' in a weak voice...
Finally G got her nursing composure back and said, 'i'll handle it, i'll take care of it, i'll just clean it up, ok?'
so she left to get some linens and i hobbled back toward the bed. she had me sit on the chair, still dripping a little and completley naked and shaking and trembling.
i was tired, spent, and a little ashamed at the mess i had made, but there was nothing i could do, i was so tired but i sat up straight because i'd be MORE tired if i had to sit slumped.
i felt bad for G, i know she had other things to do for other patients, and i think she had been having a difficult day anyway in general, and she had to stop everything and tend to the mess i made.
but she did it, didn't complain, like a good old-fashioned nurse, did what she had to do, changed the bed linens, cleaned up the splatters on the floor, and put a new gown on me, all within a few minutes.
i still felt bad about it. we got me back in the bed with plenty of those incontinence pads on the bed this time, and she put on another dressing with a LOT of tape.
then finally i had a chance to catch my breath again, but boy was i tired. i was so tired, i was too tired to catch my breath!
JOANNAJEAN
(part VI next...)
ch21; ALONE; part III
Chapter 21; ALONE; part III
so i lay there for just a few minutes. they left, closed the curtain and i was trying to catch my breath and get in a comfortable position. but i wasn't comfortable. i had to get up, sit up. i'm not sure, i think i had to pee, or i felt uncomfortable because i was laying on a wrinkle or something, so...i had to figure this out...
'how am i going to move...how am i going to maneuver it so i can sit on the side of the bed?' so i just kind of slithered and stopped, slithered and stopped until i got into the position i wanted, sitting on the side of the bed. 'there, that feels a little better,' i thought in my head as i waited and caught my breath again...
the minute my body began to relax, just a little bit, is when more fluid leaked out...i expected it...it was very warm, but i knew it wasn't frank blood and that it wouldn't 'hurt' me or anything.
i couldn't see how much there was, because it was kinda leaking out of the corner of me, and i couldn't really bend my neck that way at the moment, but i could DEFINATELY feel it DRIPPING out of the dressing, which was starting to concern me because i was tired and i knew the dressing was going to have to be re-done and i really was tired...
but then i had to pee, and i was tired, so i stood up. there it was, the moment when i felt LIGHT and ALONE and UN-WORTHWHILE to the WORLD...
as i straightened up and turned on my tippy toe and heel toward the bathroom, i felt like half of my body just - warmly - slipped and fell out of me. i was and felt COMPLETELY HELPLESS as the fluid drenched my gown, it looked like diluted blood, which it pretty much was...
it dripped and as i turned, it even POURED, gushing even at a point, out of the wound on my lower left chest. it dripped and splattered on the floor, and i stepped a little away from the bed because i knew it would be easier for them to clean it up off the floor than off the bed linens.
i just sighed and let it happen. like i said, i was helpless, i had an IV going, i was weak, there wasn't much i could do, and it certainly wasn't my fault.
so i took a moment, one to catch my breath again, and two, to remember this moment and how i felt, how light and insignificant i felt. i let myself feel very very sorry for myself. looking back, i let myself feel quite pathetic for awhile, and didn't feel bad about it, it was a pathetic moment.
JOANNAJEAN
(part IV next...)
so i lay there for just a few minutes. they left, closed the curtain and i was trying to catch my breath and get in a comfortable position. but i wasn't comfortable. i had to get up, sit up. i'm not sure, i think i had to pee, or i felt uncomfortable because i was laying on a wrinkle or something, so...i had to figure this out...
'how am i going to move...how am i going to maneuver it so i can sit on the side of the bed?' so i just kind of slithered and stopped, slithered and stopped until i got into the position i wanted, sitting on the side of the bed. 'there, that feels a little better,' i thought in my head as i waited and caught my breath again...
the minute my body began to relax, just a little bit, is when more fluid leaked out...i expected it...it was very warm, but i knew it wasn't frank blood and that it wouldn't 'hurt' me or anything.
i couldn't see how much there was, because it was kinda leaking out of the corner of me, and i couldn't really bend my neck that way at the moment, but i could DEFINATELY feel it DRIPPING out of the dressing, which was starting to concern me because i was tired and i knew the dressing was going to have to be re-done and i really was tired...
but then i had to pee, and i was tired, so i stood up. there it was, the moment when i felt LIGHT and ALONE and UN-WORTHWHILE to the WORLD...
as i straightened up and turned on my tippy toe and heel toward the bathroom, i felt like half of my body just - warmly - slipped and fell out of me. i was and felt COMPLETELY HELPLESS as the fluid drenched my gown, it looked like diluted blood, which it pretty much was...
it dripped and as i turned, it even POURED, gushing even at a point, out of the wound on my lower left chest. it dripped and splattered on the floor, and i stepped a little away from the bed because i knew it would be easier for them to clean it up off the floor than off the bed linens.
i just sighed and let it happen. like i said, i was helpless, i had an IV going, i was weak, there wasn't much i could do, and it certainly wasn't my fault.
so i took a moment, one to catch my breath again, and two, to remember this moment and how i felt, how light and insignificant i felt. i let myself feel very very sorry for myself. looking back, i let myself feel quite pathetic for awhile, and didn't feel bad about it, it was a pathetic moment.
JOANNAJEAN
(part IV next...)
ch21:ALONE;partII
Ch21;continued;part2;
this was the CHEST TUBE, that hadn't been in long, but it WAS driving me crazy, it was making me neurotic, i was always checking it to make sure it was not clotted, and i was afraid to lay in the bed, thinking fluid would pool up in the bottom of my lungs...strange though, it didn't hurt - at all - but still, i knew i'd feel better when it was out, i'd feel a little more normal and less jittery and anxious.
yes, it WAS their voices i heard, but it wasn't ME on their list, not until about 2pm or so, and the spaghetti had gotten cold anyway, too bad too, because i WAS hungry and i could have gotten away with eating....anyway
M eventually came in, smiling and being good - bed-side manner-wise - and the nurse came in too, i have to give her credit, G I'll call her, i didn't trust her at all when i first met G, but she ended up doing a REALLY good job that day...so thank goodness for her...
ok, so M said she'd get the chest tube out of me. 'good!' i thought to myself. i was nervous, but i trust M, i know she'd do a good job, she was there that night when Dr. A had to put it in, oooh (shivers....)
so i rolled to the side and talked to them. 'i'm nervous,' i said, i was even shaking a little, trembling even. 'i want to make sure everything's sterile and everything...' M and G, they were kind and reassuring and M said, 'remember how to do this? take a deep breath IN, then blow out...'
i told her yes, but asked M to do it with me, and she was kind and she did, she breathed in, and breathed out with me as she pulled the thing out of me. I was relieved. It didn't hurt, but still, i said, 'GOSH, it's like pulling a snake out of me!' M just smiled, and G did too - she was busy holding me to the side so couldn't really do much more than that.
then M put a good, sturdy bandage over it. then she explained, in her thick, but kind accent, 'now, you might expect a little drainage from that wound. but that's ok, you'd want that stuff OUT of you instead of IN you, right Joanna?' i just nodded, i was still kind of out of breath from the trauma and being so nervous about her taking out the tube...
ha ha...the minute G let me go and i rolled back into the regular position, i could feel the warm fluid gush out of the wound and pool around inside the bandage.
'i can feel some of it come out,' i told M. She was just taking off her gloves and took a quick look and said, 'well, there will be a little drainage, but it hasn't soaked through the dressing, it's ok...' i knew she was already on to her next task, in her head at least, and was on her way out...
so M and G left. I felt a little more of the warm gush coming out, but i tensed up because it was making me nervous and i didn't want to say anything.
JOANNAJEAN
(Part III next...)
this was the CHEST TUBE, that hadn't been in long, but it WAS driving me crazy, it was making me neurotic, i was always checking it to make sure it was not clotted, and i was afraid to lay in the bed, thinking fluid would pool up in the bottom of my lungs...strange though, it didn't hurt - at all - but still, i knew i'd feel better when it was out, i'd feel a little more normal and less jittery and anxious.
yes, it WAS their voices i heard, but it wasn't ME on their list, not until about 2pm or so, and the spaghetti had gotten cold anyway, too bad too, because i WAS hungry and i could have gotten away with eating....anyway
M eventually came in, smiling and being good - bed-side manner-wise - and the nurse came in too, i have to give her credit, G I'll call her, i didn't trust her at all when i first met G, but she ended up doing a REALLY good job that day...so thank goodness for her...
ok, so M said she'd get the chest tube out of me. 'good!' i thought to myself. i was nervous, but i trust M, i know she'd do a good job, she was there that night when Dr. A had to put it in, oooh (shivers....)
so i rolled to the side and talked to them. 'i'm nervous,' i said, i was even shaking a little, trembling even. 'i want to make sure everything's sterile and everything...' M and G, they were kind and reassuring and M said, 'remember how to do this? take a deep breath IN, then blow out...'
i told her yes, but asked M to do it with me, and she was kind and she did, she breathed in, and breathed out with me as she pulled the thing out of me. I was relieved. It didn't hurt, but still, i said, 'GOSH, it's like pulling a snake out of me!' M just smiled, and G did too - she was busy holding me to the side so couldn't really do much more than that.
then M put a good, sturdy bandage over it. then she explained, in her thick, but kind accent, 'now, you might expect a little drainage from that wound. but that's ok, you'd want that stuff OUT of you instead of IN you, right Joanna?' i just nodded, i was still kind of out of breath from the trauma and being so nervous about her taking out the tube...
ha ha...the minute G let me go and i rolled back into the regular position, i could feel the warm fluid gush out of the wound and pool around inside the bandage.
'i can feel some of it come out,' i told M. She was just taking off her gloves and took a quick look and said, 'well, there will be a little drainage, but it hasn't soaked through the dressing, it's ok...' i knew she was already on to her next task, in her head at least, and was on her way out...
so M and G left. I felt a little more of the warm gush coming out, but i tensed up because it was making me nervous and i didn't want to say anything.
JOANNAJEAN
(Part III next...)
Chapter 21: ALONE
I never thought I would have to EVER feel this way...so lost, so alone. I felt un-cared for...like everything could spill out of my body, just like it is right now, and no one would care, i would just kind of dissolve as I drifted to the floor. Finally, when the nurse came in, she'd just look at me, raise her eyes to heaven, sigh, and say...'now look at this mess I have to clean up....'
that's how i felt during one of the WORST times i've had at that hospital...what is missing is how light i felt, i felt like a feather, not just because i weighed so little, but because i felt light, light like no one cared, which is pretty much the harsh truth of what it was, at that point, i was pretty much just a hassle, to everyone and everything, except...when i think about it, i knew i wasn't going to die, i actually just accepted that for that moment, i wasn't important, and no one cared what i felt or what was happening to me...you know...ALONE...
so the nuts and bolts of it is this; it was that friday, the day where almost all the tubes were taken out, everyone was in a hurry to finish everything up by noon or by 4pm, which ever they could get away with...the hallway was busy, clamor here, slam there, footsteps, footsteps, pound, pound, pound...happy voices, sighs, laughs, more sighs, those strange BANGS on my door when someone would be walking down the hall, remember something and turn on their heels real quick, in turn, banging on MY door, freaking me, a newly-cut heart patient - alone, out like crazy...anyway....
i hadn't had lunch, because i knew it was friday, my stomach was upset because i was nervous, because i knew they were going to pull out the chest tube and i was afraid to eat because then M and Dr. A would walk in, see me eating, and say 'oh, we don't want to disturb you, we'll come back in a few minutes,' which on 7th floor (on a Friday, especially) meant, 'you lost your chance, gal' (in other words, they WOULDN'T be back...anyone who's EVER been a patient in the hospital, knows that scam...)
anyway, so i hadn't had lunch, i had a bite, spaghetti, it was actually pretty good, but i swore i heard M and Dr. A talking (Dr. A has a VERY DEEP resounding voice, and M's voice is UNMISTAKABLE with her thick, yet sort of lofty, english accent...) i was afraid my stomach would rumble or something and i REALLY, DESPERATELY wanted that TUBE OUT RIGHT AWAY...it was DRIVING ME CRAZY!!!
JOANNAJEAN
(part II next)
that's how i felt during one of the WORST times i've had at that hospital...what is missing is how light i felt, i felt like a feather, not just because i weighed so little, but because i felt light, light like no one cared, which is pretty much the harsh truth of what it was, at that point, i was pretty much just a hassle, to everyone and everything, except...when i think about it, i knew i wasn't going to die, i actually just accepted that for that moment, i wasn't important, and no one cared what i felt or what was happening to me...you know...ALONE...
so the nuts and bolts of it is this; it was that friday, the day where almost all the tubes were taken out, everyone was in a hurry to finish everything up by noon or by 4pm, which ever they could get away with...the hallway was busy, clamor here, slam there, footsteps, footsteps, pound, pound, pound...happy voices, sighs, laughs, more sighs, those strange BANGS on my door when someone would be walking down the hall, remember something and turn on their heels real quick, in turn, banging on MY door, freaking me, a newly-cut heart patient - alone, out like crazy...anyway....
i hadn't had lunch, because i knew it was friday, my stomach was upset because i was nervous, because i knew they were going to pull out the chest tube and i was afraid to eat because then M and Dr. A would walk in, see me eating, and say 'oh, we don't want to disturb you, we'll come back in a few minutes,' which on 7th floor (on a Friday, especially) meant, 'you lost your chance, gal' (in other words, they WOULDN'T be back...anyone who's EVER been a patient in the hospital, knows that scam...)
anyway, so i hadn't had lunch, i had a bite, spaghetti, it was actually pretty good, but i swore i heard M and Dr. A talking (Dr. A has a VERY DEEP resounding voice, and M's voice is UNMISTAKABLE with her thick, yet sort of lofty, english accent...) i was afraid my stomach would rumble or something and i REALLY, DESPERATELY wanted that TUBE OUT RIGHT AWAY...it was DRIVING ME CRAZY!!!
JOANNAJEAN
(part II next)
Saturday, April 10, 2010
CH20:STILL SAD...
CHAPTER 20;
STILL SAD AND LONELY
I am sad and lonely again tonight.
I haven't been able to sleep.
I hope I can sleep tonight, but probably not, I always wake up after having a bad dream.
Sometimes I cry in my sleep.
I am sad about the divorce papers. I don't want the divorce, I feel like when it happens, I'll be like at the edge of a cliff, nowhere to go, alone, scared, not knowing what to do.
I don't want to be alone, I don't want to be sad.
I liked our little life together, we'd be getting ready for bed, probably watching a movie or TV or something. I'd be warm and I wouldn't be lonely, and I'd be happy.
I'm so scared for when those papers come, I think I'll feel as sad as a person can feel.
Even after 2 years, I still miss him.
I don't think any miracle will come and fix everything. I'm sad and lonely, and miss him....
I know it's gonna happen, and I know how horrible I'll feel, and I know I'll cry, and I know crying will hurt my chest.
I just hope I can sleep,
but then I just dream about him and when we used to go on trips and see things...
I wish things could be happier...
PLEASE, T, CHANGE YOUR MIND....PLEASE????
JOANNAJEAN
STILL SAD AND LONELY
I am sad and lonely again tonight.
I haven't been able to sleep.
I hope I can sleep tonight, but probably not, I always wake up after having a bad dream.
Sometimes I cry in my sleep.
I am sad about the divorce papers. I don't want the divorce, I feel like when it happens, I'll be like at the edge of a cliff, nowhere to go, alone, scared, not knowing what to do.
I don't want to be alone, I don't want to be sad.
I liked our little life together, we'd be getting ready for bed, probably watching a movie or TV or something. I'd be warm and I wouldn't be lonely, and I'd be happy.
I'm so scared for when those papers come, I think I'll feel as sad as a person can feel.
Even after 2 years, I still miss him.
I don't think any miracle will come and fix everything. I'm sad and lonely, and miss him....
I know it's gonna happen, and I know how horrible I'll feel, and I know I'll cry, and I know crying will hurt my chest.
I just hope I can sleep,
but then I just dream about him and when we used to go on trips and see things...
I wish things could be happier...
PLEASE, T, CHANGE YOUR MIND....PLEASE????
JOANNAJEAN
ch19: another note on the divorce...broken vows...
chapter19; aversion....broken vows
another note on the divorce.....
it's 330am and i cannot sleep.
i am scared because any day now the divorce is going to be final and i will for real be all alone in my life.
that's how i feel. when that paper comes in the mail or i get that email, i'll be DEVASTATED...
T was / is the only man i've loved, the only man i've ever wanted to love, and the only man I ever want to love, and i feel that when the divorce is final, that'll be it...i'll be devastated and just be nothing,
i'll feel dissolved and alone...
i'll have no motivation for anything and i feel like i'll never be happy about anything really, ever again.
i'm already starting to feel like that. and i don't think i'll be able to handle it...it's just not fair...
aversion...i don't like that word, i think it is unfair...there was one more point i wanted to make,
T, i don't think i will be very enthusiastic about this life if i don't get to live it with you.
life had color and meaning when i was with you...
and goals meant something to me when i had them to share with you...
we've been apart over 2 years, i still dream about u every night and usually wake up crying because u r not there next to me, like u used to be
and i'm still sad i don't get to hold your hand and i don't get to say 'i love you' and get to hear you say it back...
with a failed marriage, i think i will always be sad.
this isn't like a suicide thing, i just know that my life will never be as happy as it was with you, T. i don't think you realize how much you meant to me, every minute of every day...
i've lived 33 years and even though i haven't been through everything there is to go through, i'd say i'd had more than my fair share, and i was able to get through it, and go forward, knowing you'd be at my side, no-matter what,
now that that belief has been shattered, never in a million years, did i think you'd leave...i trusted that we'd be together no matter what...
i don't believe my life will ever have the happiness and color that it did when i knew u loved me as a wife, and that out of all the girls you could have chosen, you picked me...
that always meant the world to me....
that's just how i feel and i pray you might still change your mind, but i know you won't and my heart will always be broken.
i just had to mention that, and that i'm still sad.
p.s. i still look at my engagement diamond ring and golden wedding ring every day (now that i have it...) and i've just about gained enough weight now (i lost so much during the surgery and weeks afterwards), that it almost fits again...
it fits on my finger just like the day you proposed to me, and the day we got married and you put the wedding band on my finger and we said our VOWS...
they both fit now...that is sad to me...i always wanted to wear them every day we were married, but i know they would have fallen off or got misplaced or something when i washed my hands or something.
the point is, they fit now, my wedding rings fit....
there was something else i wanted to say, but i forget...i love you, T.
Please don't leave me, don't divorce me, please???
JOANNAJEAN
another note on the divorce.....
it's 330am and i cannot sleep.
i am scared because any day now the divorce is going to be final and i will for real be all alone in my life.
that's how i feel. when that paper comes in the mail or i get that email, i'll be DEVASTATED...
T was / is the only man i've loved, the only man i've ever wanted to love, and the only man I ever want to love, and i feel that when the divorce is final, that'll be it...i'll be devastated and just be nothing,
i'll feel dissolved and alone...
i'll have no motivation for anything and i feel like i'll never be happy about anything really, ever again.
i'm already starting to feel like that. and i don't think i'll be able to handle it...it's just not fair...
aversion...i don't like that word, i think it is unfair...there was one more point i wanted to make,
T, i don't think i will be very enthusiastic about this life if i don't get to live it with you.
life had color and meaning when i was with you...
and goals meant something to me when i had them to share with you...
we've been apart over 2 years, i still dream about u every night and usually wake up crying because u r not there next to me, like u used to be
and i'm still sad i don't get to hold your hand and i don't get to say 'i love you' and get to hear you say it back...
with a failed marriage, i think i will always be sad.
this isn't like a suicide thing, i just know that my life will never be as happy as it was with you, T. i don't think you realize how much you meant to me, every minute of every day...
i've lived 33 years and even though i haven't been through everything there is to go through, i'd say i'd had more than my fair share, and i was able to get through it, and go forward, knowing you'd be at my side, no-matter what,
now that that belief has been shattered, never in a million years, did i think you'd leave...i trusted that we'd be together no matter what...
i don't believe my life will ever have the happiness and color that it did when i knew u loved me as a wife, and that out of all the girls you could have chosen, you picked me...
that always meant the world to me....
that's just how i feel and i pray you might still change your mind, but i know you won't and my heart will always be broken.
i just had to mention that, and that i'm still sad.
p.s. i still look at my engagement diamond ring and golden wedding ring every day (now that i have it...) and i've just about gained enough weight now (i lost so much during the surgery and weeks afterwards), that it almost fits again...
it fits on my finger just like the day you proposed to me, and the day we got married and you put the wedding band on my finger and we said our VOWS...
they both fit now...that is sad to me...i always wanted to wear them every day we were married, but i know they would have fallen off or got misplaced or something when i washed my hands or something.
the point is, they fit now, my wedding rings fit....
there was something else i wanted to say, but i forget...i love you, T.
Please don't leave me, don't divorce me, please???
JOANNAJEAN
Friday, April 9, 2010
CHAPTER 18; WHEN WILL THINGS GET BETTER?
Chapter 18: When will things get better?
Just a general update for my blog.
1. Why can't I seem to get anyone to read my blog? I'm sure it's interesting enough. I'm not a 'romance novelist' like in "Romancing the Stone," so I don't have that kind of 'interesting...'
2. I am overwhelmingly SAD because T finally sent in the FINAL papers so the DIVORCE is going to be FINAL any day now...I have SO many feelings about that, that I shouldn't even start...what am I going to do? I'm all alone in the world now, and sad...
3. I am 40 days (or so) post-op from my open heart surgery, and I feel I'm at a stand-still. At first I blamed the fact that the final divorce papers were sent in and that I was depressed, but now I think that is just part of the recipe.
4. Surgery: (continued) Like with the kyphoplasty I had, the 'literature' says, within six to eight weeks, you should be back to normal, me no. I'm still sleeping a lot, and I'm still having CONSTANT pain.
The pain is better, by better I mean less, but maybe because it's still there, ALL THE TIME, it's WEARING ME DOWN.
5. I feel cooped up. I want to drive and go out to eat (I've been living on grilled-cheese sandwiches, which is fine for now), but I wanted to be well enough to go out to eat too. But driving still hurts like HE'double hockey sticks' (I remember Vera from the show 'Alice' used to say that...LOL). So I have to wait on that too.
6. I don't know what to do next with my life...teach? i love to teach, but what? go to school for a k-12 credential? go to CSULB for the single subject science credential? try to get a job for a city college?
My dear friend Anna says go for a P.A. I feel lost and sad, because I wanted to resume being a WIFE, and of course, I still feel bad failing as a physician...
7. I feel bad for TinyBear, our grey kitty. He got attacked 2 weeks ago by another cat and the injury is on the base of his tail and it won't heal. He's an active kitty who wants to jump walls and chase grasshoppers, but that's not good for a tail that is trying to heal. Poor kitty.
8. I've just been generally sad lately, maybe I feel like TinyBear, wanting to (metaphorically) chase grasshoppers, but my body won't let me. I hope you 'get' that.
I want to do things, but I'm limited by the healing my body still has to do.
9. Lately, I can tell my heart muscle itself hurts and is trying to heal.
I stretch my left arm to turn on the light and the area just left of my incision suddenly gets a sharp, tearing, stinging, biting-type pain. OUCH!
Then it takes over an hour of being very still in bed and of course a pain pill for the hurt to dissipate...
10. Mostly, my sadness is because of T. And, he won't let me see him or talk to him on the phone.
He even threatened to change his phone number or tell the court that I am 'harassing' him (which I don't believe - 3 phone messages over 2 weeks I don't believe is harassment...).
11. I am upset about Medicare. I want to keep my doctors, most whom I've known for over 20 years, and Medicaid doesn't cover them. I am going to have to rely on cobra coverage somehow until I can get the coverage I want and can afford to keep.
12. I am feeling worthless because I am not making any income. So I've been falling for some of these 'make $ at home scams' and they don't seem to be working...
That's enough griping for now I think. Mostly I'm upset about T, the divorce, being lonely, and still hurting, after well a month from the surgery date...and I'm still having spontaneous anxiety which is unsettling.....
JOANNAJEAN
Just a general update for my blog.
1. Why can't I seem to get anyone to read my blog? I'm sure it's interesting enough. I'm not a 'romance novelist' like in "Romancing the Stone," so I don't have that kind of 'interesting...'
2. I am overwhelmingly SAD because T finally sent in the FINAL papers so the DIVORCE is going to be FINAL any day now...I have SO many feelings about that, that I shouldn't even start...what am I going to do? I'm all alone in the world now, and sad...
3. I am 40 days (or so) post-op from my open heart surgery, and I feel I'm at a stand-still. At first I blamed the fact that the final divorce papers were sent in and that I was depressed, but now I think that is just part of the recipe.
4. Surgery: (continued) Like with the kyphoplasty I had, the 'literature' says, within six to eight weeks, you should be back to normal, me no. I'm still sleeping a lot, and I'm still having CONSTANT pain.
The pain is better, by better I mean less, but maybe because it's still there, ALL THE TIME, it's WEARING ME DOWN.
5. I feel cooped up. I want to drive and go out to eat (I've been living on grilled-cheese sandwiches, which is fine for now), but I wanted to be well enough to go out to eat too. But driving still hurts like HE'double hockey sticks' (I remember Vera from the show 'Alice' used to say that...LOL). So I have to wait on that too.
6. I don't know what to do next with my life...teach? i love to teach, but what? go to school for a k-12 credential? go to CSULB for the single subject science credential? try to get a job for a city college?
My dear friend Anna says go for a P.A. I feel lost and sad, because I wanted to resume being a WIFE, and of course, I still feel bad failing as a physician...
7. I feel bad for TinyBear, our grey kitty. He got attacked 2 weeks ago by another cat and the injury is on the base of his tail and it won't heal. He's an active kitty who wants to jump walls and chase grasshoppers, but that's not good for a tail that is trying to heal. Poor kitty.
8. I've just been generally sad lately, maybe I feel like TinyBear, wanting to (metaphorically) chase grasshoppers, but my body won't let me. I hope you 'get' that.
I want to do things, but I'm limited by the healing my body still has to do.
9. Lately, I can tell my heart muscle itself hurts and is trying to heal.
I stretch my left arm to turn on the light and the area just left of my incision suddenly gets a sharp, tearing, stinging, biting-type pain. OUCH!
Then it takes over an hour of being very still in bed and of course a pain pill for the hurt to dissipate...
10. Mostly, my sadness is because of T. And, he won't let me see him or talk to him on the phone.
He even threatened to change his phone number or tell the court that I am 'harassing' him (which I don't believe - 3 phone messages over 2 weeks I don't believe is harassment...).
11. I am upset about Medicare. I want to keep my doctors, most whom I've known for over 20 years, and Medicaid doesn't cover them. I am going to have to rely on cobra coverage somehow until I can get the coverage I want and can afford to keep.
12. I am feeling worthless because I am not making any income. So I've been falling for some of these 'make $ at home scams' and they don't seem to be working...
That's enough griping for now I think. Mostly I'm upset about T, the divorce, being lonely, and still hurting, after well a month from the surgery date...and I'm still having spontaneous anxiety which is unsettling.....
JOANNAJEAN
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Ch17; UPDATE ON DIVORCE and my RECUPERATION
Chapter 17; update on divorce and my recuperation...
April 2, 2010
Last night I couldn't sleep.
T emailed me to say he finally turned in the complete divorce papers.
I was numb for awhile, then i couldn't sleep, even with a sleeping pill, so you can guess how I was feeling...
I just keep thinking, 'IT'S NOT FAIR...'
I never got a 2nd chance to do things right...
He keeps saying 'I don't want to go back. i could go back if I want, but I don't want to go back. i'm moving on...'
I keep saying, 'It wouldn't be 'going back'...
it would be 'moving forward,'
like one of the divorce books i got a long time ago...'ditch the old marriage, start a new one, a successful one...'
nope, didn't work...typical man....stubborn
i kept telling him, 'It's ok to change your mind...'
nope, that didn't work either...
It hurt my heart too,
and i know it was my heart hurting because in the hospital when the surgeon was pulling out the pacemaker leads (they put them in during surgery in case for some reason my heart stopped, i guess they put pacemaker leads in the heart so it can get started again easily...thankfully they didn't have to use them...but boy did they sting and hurt when he pulled them out...)
well, one of the pacemaker leads didn't come out smoothly, the surgeon had to tug and tug, and i freaked and tensed and he kept telling me to relax, but i could tell and feel that it was the heart muscle it was stuck on...
this was the same feeling that I felt in my heart when T sent me the email that he finally sent the papers.
i am mad at him, of course, and think his lawyer is bogus because all this time the lawyer said, 'oh yeah, let her sign, then you sign...'
i guess it was a con the whole time, because then the lawyer says, 'nah, she didn't fill out a response, (or whatever it's called), so it's all you, T. You have all the power.'
so that's what he did. he did it, and i asked him a few times already to send me what he sent the lawyer, so it would be at least a little fair, but no response. he's IGNORING ME, getting his SPACE...poor T, needs his SPACE...
i told T that this is the wrong thing to do. that he just ran away, left me abandoned. my dad wants to sue him for abandonment.
honestly, i blame him a lot for the damage to my heart. i know, i know...'you are responsible for how you handle things...'
but...all the sadness, depression, anxiety, crying...all that stress on my heart, i truly believe damaged it, made my heart work harder and damaged it....
then i went to the doctor the other day and she says there is still a murmur present, i was like, 'what the h#ll!' i thought they did all that surgery to FIX it!
but CARDIOLOGY was never my best subject, in fact it is my worst subject probably, so maybe the murmur doesn't go away immediately.
my heart area definately feels very bruised, has for about 2 weeks now.
don't do this, but imagine punching yourself right over the heart, and symetrically on the right side of your chest too, that's what it's been feeling like the past 2 weeks...
and the incision hurts too.
thankfully the pain meds (even though the surgeon refilled a lower dose) help a little, i've been trying hard to take less
but...when i lay down, and get in just the right position, the pain eventually eases. and my appetite is a little better.
car rides still hurt, A LOT, and the pain still wakes me up EVERY NIGHT, but i can move around a little easier, and walking easier too.
still wish T had stuck with me,
him leaving me like that makes me feel like i'm not worth anything, and i'm only worth anything if i don't cause problems,
if i am healthy and sexy - at a moment's notice -
and bring in good money...
oh, and once he told me,
a good woman burns herself when she's making dinner for her MAN in the kitchen,
i scoffed it off at the time, but i guess he really meant it, the woman should suffer for the man, which is all good and fine with me, to a point,
as long as HE'S NICE TO HER!!!!!! doesn't take much, just an occasional 'i love you, honey...'
i'm mad too because, well,
i'm happy my loans got forgiven, that's a blessing, but really, how was i going to pay it back?
but i'm mad because,
well, T got a free ride off my loans, which i have to suffer in order for them to have been forgiven...
that's truly not fair.
i'm only seeing this from my point of view, but still, not fair that he gets to run away,
scott free,
good job,
good pay,
good health,
and he leaves me bleeding in the dust,
sick,
torn,
hurt (inside and out),
no money,
no financial support,
happy to do whatever he wants...
heck, i don't even know if he has a conscience...
he's probably turned it around in his head that it's all my fault,
i tried to explain things, YET AGAIN, to him, in an email, but no response,
i'm just a dumb woman to him, i guess, anyway, that's how i feel he feels...
i think he really f*cked me up.
yet i still love him and want him back. probably i want his acceptance and approval. probably not healthy, but if he would just be nice to me and accept me for who i am, things would have been fine.
but i'm only 33, what the h*ll do i know? i seem to believe that the more days i live, the less i know...
that's from a sit com, 'Valerie'
it goes "the more you learn, the less you know..."
that's true.
so i don't know what to do with the rest of my life. I want T back and for him to be nice to me and to love me. I am mad at him for not giving the marriage another chance, I am mad that he didn't stick with our vows, i really thought he took them seriously.
i want to, when i am strong and healthy enough to maybe work again, part time at first...teach maybe...finish my teaching credential...but which one, the k-12, or the single subject science, or start with substitute teaching, or try to teach at a college? then there's tutoring...i like that...
but still there's that 'put down' that keeps in my head that T always said...'those that can - WORK, those that can't - TEACH'
i know it's wrong, but it's been tatooed in my brain and so i don't feel good about myself teaching...
then there's research too, i love research, had a couple good interviews for research too. i like it...
and then there's medical stuff. i miss medicine. i know it's a big reason T left me, but i think even if i had dumped medicine, he still may have found a way or a reason to leave me anyway...
all i know...it wasn't supposed to work out this way...i should be finishing up my medical family medicine internship, looking forward to a job practicing medicine, had a solid and happy marriage, been on a few out-of-country trips, one of course to Hawaii, with T, had a baby while i was working with internship and residency, HAPPY, MARRIED, had a husband, T, who loved me and respected me, and a baby who would grow up with my niece and they'd play with eachother every once in awhile....
so why did things turn out this way? why did i faint in november and break my hip, why did my heart poop out on me and i had to have surgery, and T didn't even visit me or even TALK to me?
at least i don't have a mechanical valve...i still want to have a baby...i'm glad my parents and sister and brothers and family are doing ok, or at least relatively ok....
and today, this whole medical insurance thing, i'm going to need that 6 months of cobra, but then i got tricked with SSI and SSDI and no one really was in the mood to help me because of Easter weekend coming up and all that...
so i am not eligible for Medicare, which i had been led to believe for the past 2 years, that majorly sucks,
i can't get spousal support (like he'd give it to me anyway...) because it just takes from my SSI anyway, and i still have to pay rent,
but with all these hospital copays, procedure copays, DME copays, doctor visit copays, drug copays, there's never enough $$ to pay the whole rent,
so my chances of getting a studio to move out and stop paying on my rental chances are LOW LOW LOW, and i've been trying to make money with these internet schemes, such as this blog,
supposedly you are supposed to be able to make money with a blog, but hasn't worked for me....
tried selling things on ebay, but i'm having a problem with my digital camera and can't get the pics on the computer easily anymore, and no one wants to buy hand-made bracelets...
so what do i do?
i don't know...
i can't get any traffic to this blog. i thought it would be interesting....i still have my chest tube story to tell...i already told the one where they put it in...horrible...but i have yet to tell of the friday when they took it out...
filled out the survey they sent me of my hospital stay...it was not a good evaluation...main complaint was the bed. i should have insisted on an egg crate or had my dad buy me a sleeping bag or 2 so i would have been at least a little more comfortable...
and the room smelled like dust, and there wasn't much variety of the food,
and i always felt like i was 'bad' when i asked for pain medicine. but i would ask them and feel guilty, like they felt less of me for wanting pain medicine, i hated that, i was in pain a lot more than i should have because they made me feel ashamed to ask for pain medicine.
anyway, i don't know what to do...
i've written enough, still tired but can't sleep. have to finish my medical transcription thing.
i'm jealous of all my medical school classmates who got to finish their dream, they are all practicing now, most were successful with their families and marriages and the girls got to have their babies. everything went to pot for me...
why couldn't T just be there for me...why couldn't he do it? he's smart, he knew what was happening...i tried, did he know i was really trying?
i always thought it was ironic that a communication major, a masters in communication would let his marriage go. maybe he just didn't love me enough.
i tried to be the wife he wanted, maybe he wanted someone meaner...but i don't like to be mean like that...maybe he wanted someone taller...
see, he never said goodbye to me so i could get those answers straight from him, just not fair.
why does god do this to people? it's just not fair...
just don't know what to do...
i'll probably write my 2nd chest tube story next...i miss T...i get cold at night, all the sad feelings come back at night...i don't know what to do, and he's decided to 'ignore' my emails....
goodnight...
JOANNAJEAN
April 2, 2010
Last night I couldn't sleep.
T emailed me to say he finally turned in the complete divorce papers.
I was numb for awhile, then i couldn't sleep, even with a sleeping pill, so you can guess how I was feeling...
I just keep thinking, 'IT'S NOT FAIR...'
I never got a 2nd chance to do things right...
He keeps saying 'I don't want to go back. i could go back if I want, but I don't want to go back. i'm moving on...'
I keep saying, 'It wouldn't be 'going back'...
it would be 'moving forward,'
like one of the divorce books i got a long time ago...'ditch the old marriage, start a new one, a successful one...'
nope, didn't work...typical man....stubborn
i kept telling him, 'It's ok to change your mind...'
nope, that didn't work either...
It hurt my heart too,
and i know it was my heart hurting because in the hospital when the surgeon was pulling out the pacemaker leads (they put them in during surgery in case for some reason my heart stopped, i guess they put pacemaker leads in the heart so it can get started again easily...thankfully they didn't have to use them...but boy did they sting and hurt when he pulled them out...)
well, one of the pacemaker leads didn't come out smoothly, the surgeon had to tug and tug, and i freaked and tensed and he kept telling me to relax, but i could tell and feel that it was the heart muscle it was stuck on...
this was the same feeling that I felt in my heart when T sent me the email that he finally sent the papers.
i am mad at him, of course, and think his lawyer is bogus because all this time the lawyer said, 'oh yeah, let her sign, then you sign...'
i guess it was a con the whole time, because then the lawyer says, 'nah, she didn't fill out a response, (or whatever it's called), so it's all you, T. You have all the power.'
so that's what he did. he did it, and i asked him a few times already to send me what he sent the lawyer, so it would be at least a little fair, but no response. he's IGNORING ME, getting his SPACE...poor T, needs his SPACE...
i told T that this is the wrong thing to do. that he just ran away, left me abandoned. my dad wants to sue him for abandonment.
honestly, i blame him a lot for the damage to my heart. i know, i know...'you are responsible for how you handle things...'
but...all the sadness, depression, anxiety, crying...all that stress on my heart, i truly believe damaged it, made my heart work harder and damaged it....
then i went to the doctor the other day and she says there is still a murmur present, i was like, 'what the h#ll!' i thought they did all that surgery to FIX it!
but CARDIOLOGY was never my best subject, in fact it is my worst subject probably, so maybe the murmur doesn't go away immediately.
my heart area definately feels very bruised, has for about 2 weeks now.
don't do this, but imagine punching yourself right over the heart, and symetrically on the right side of your chest too, that's what it's been feeling like the past 2 weeks...
and the incision hurts too.
thankfully the pain meds (even though the surgeon refilled a lower dose) help a little, i've been trying hard to take less
but...when i lay down, and get in just the right position, the pain eventually eases. and my appetite is a little better.
car rides still hurt, A LOT, and the pain still wakes me up EVERY NIGHT, but i can move around a little easier, and walking easier too.
still wish T had stuck with me,
him leaving me like that makes me feel like i'm not worth anything, and i'm only worth anything if i don't cause problems,
if i am healthy and sexy - at a moment's notice -
and bring in good money...
oh, and once he told me,
a good woman burns herself when she's making dinner for her MAN in the kitchen,
i scoffed it off at the time, but i guess he really meant it, the woman should suffer for the man, which is all good and fine with me, to a point,
as long as HE'S NICE TO HER!!!!!! doesn't take much, just an occasional 'i love you, honey...'
i'm mad too because, well,
i'm happy my loans got forgiven, that's a blessing, but really, how was i going to pay it back?
but i'm mad because,
well, T got a free ride off my loans, which i have to suffer in order for them to have been forgiven...
that's truly not fair.
i'm only seeing this from my point of view, but still, not fair that he gets to run away,
scott free,
good job,
good pay,
good health,
and he leaves me bleeding in the dust,
sick,
torn,
hurt (inside and out),
no money,
no financial support,
happy to do whatever he wants...
heck, i don't even know if he has a conscience...
he's probably turned it around in his head that it's all my fault,
i tried to explain things, YET AGAIN, to him, in an email, but no response,
i'm just a dumb woman to him, i guess, anyway, that's how i feel he feels...
i think he really f*cked me up.
yet i still love him and want him back. probably i want his acceptance and approval. probably not healthy, but if he would just be nice to me and accept me for who i am, things would have been fine.
but i'm only 33, what the h*ll do i know? i seem to believe that the more days i live, the less i know...
that's from a sit com, 'Valerie'
it goes "the more you learn, the less you know..."
that's true.
so i don't know what to do with the rest of my life. I want T back and for him to be nice to me and to love me. I am mad at him for not giving the marriage another chance, I am mad that he didn't stick with our vows, i really thought he took them seriously.
i want to, when i am strong and healthy enough to maybe work again, part time at first...teach maybe...finish my teaching credential...but which one, the k-12, or the single subject science, or start with substitute teaching, or try to teach at a college? then there's tutoring...i like that...
but still there's that 'put down' that keeps in my head that T always said...'those that can - WORK, those that can't - TEACH'
i know it's wrong, but it's been tatooed in my brain and so i don't feel good about myself teaching...
then there's research too, i love research, had a couple good interviews for research too. i like it...
and then there's medical stuff. i miss medicine. i know it's a big reason T left me, but i think even if i had dumped medicine, he still may have found a way or a reason to leave me anyway...
all i know...it wasn't supposed to work out this way...i should be finishing up my medical family medicine internship, looking forward to a job practicing medicine, had a solid and happy marriage, been on a few out-of-country trips, one of course to Hawaii, with T, had a baby while i was working with internship and residency, HAPPY, MARRIED, had a husband, T, who loved me and respected me, and a baby who would grow up with my niece and they'd play with eachother every once in awhile....
so why did things turn out this way? why did i faint in november and break my hip, why did my heart poop out on me and i had to have surgery, and T didn't even visit me or even TALK to me?
at least i don't have a mechanical valve...i still want to have a baby...i'm glad my parents and sister and brothers and family are doing ok, or at least relatively ok....
and today, this whole medical insurance thing, i'm going to need that 6 months of cobra, but then i got tricked with SSI and SSDI and no one really was in the mood to help me because of Easter weekend coming up and all that...
so i am not eligible for Medicare, which i had been led to believe for the past 2 years, that majorly sucks,
i can't get spousal support (like he'd give it to me anyway...) because it just takes from my SSI anyway, and i still have to pay rent,
but with all these hospital copays, procedure copays, DME copays, doctor visit copays, drug copays, there's never enough $$ to pay the whole rent,
so my chances of getting a studio to move out and stop paying on my rental chances are LOW LOW LOW, and i've been trying to make money with these internet schemes, such as this blog,
supposedly you are supposed to be able to make money with a blog, but hasn't worked for me....
tried selling things on ebay, but i'm having a problem with my digital camera and can't get the pics on the computer easily anymore, and no one wants to buy hand-made bracelets...
so what do i do?
i don't know...
i can't get any traffic to this blog. i thought it would be interesting....i still have my chest tube story to tell...i already told the one where they put it in...horrible...but i have yet to tell of the friday when they took it out...
filled out the survey they sent me of my hospital stay...it was not a good evaluation...main complaint was the bed. i should have insisted on an egg crate or had my dad buy me a sleeping bag or 2 so i would have been at least a little more comfortable...
and the room smelled like dust, and there wasn't much variety of the food,
and i always felt like i was 'bad' when i asked for pain medicine. but i would ask them and feel guilty, like they felt less of me for wanting pain medicine, i hated that, i was in pain a lot more than i should have because they made me feel ashamed to ask for pain medicine.
anyway, i don't know what to do...
i've written enough, still tired but can't sleep. have to finish my medical transcription thing.
i'm jealous of all my medical school classmates who got to finish their dream, they are all practicing now, most were successful with their families and marriages and the girls got to have their babies. everything went to pot for me...
why couldn't T just be there for me...why couldn't he do it? he's smart, he knew what was happening...i tried, did he know i was really trying?
i always thought it was ironic that a communication major, a masters in communication would let his marriage go. maybe he just didn't love me enough.
i tried to be the wife he wanted, maybe he wanted someone meaner...but i don't like to be mean like that...maybe he wanted someone taller...
see, he never said goodbye to me so i could get those answers straight from him, just not fair.
why does god do this to people? it's just not fair...
just don't know what to do...
i'll probably write my 2nd chest tube story next...i miss T...i get cold at night, all the sad feelings come back at night...i don't know what to do, and he's decided to 'ignore' my emails....
goodnight...
JOANNAJEAN
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