jazzgeek
The Rule Of Thirds.
No snark, no puns, no cheap jokes.
My life is going to change in the next week, and I don't know if I have the emotional wherewithal to handle it. The times, they are desperate.
Many of you know that I've had some health issues in recent years, having had two hospital stays for pulmonary emboli since November of '06. I've documented them here, and here. Its impact has trickled down, so to speak, and as all major health issues do, to other aspects of my life, be they professional, emotional, and/or personal.
In the past couple of months, the PT/INR levels have been kind of all over the board, despite the fact that I've been consistent and rigorous in my meds. I'm now considered a high-risk kind of patient, and the doctors, my family, and hell, I myself, consider it "inadvisable" for me to live by myself for the next few months until 1) they determine why my levels are all over the place, 2) how to get those levels consistent, and 3) keep them consistent.
In other words, I won't be living my preferred "country" life, by myself, for at least 3 to 4, but probably 6 months. I'm moving in with some family members.
The fallout of this?
First off, I have to give up my reptile-keeping hobby, or at least find someone willing to hold onto my collection until my condition stabilizes.
What's worse, I'm going to have to give up/foster Bo, for the same length of time.
I'm trying to maintain the perspective of "it's for the best", because, let's face it, if I can't get my condition stable, I'm not doing anyone any good.
But I'm failing at this. I'm losing it here.
Dale
My life is going to change in the next week, and I don't know if I have the emotional wherewithal to handle it. The times, they are desperate.
Many of you know that I've had some health issues in recent years, having had two hospital stays for pulmonary emboli since November of '06. I've documented them here, and here. Its impact has trickled down, so to speak, and as all major health issues do, to other aspects of my life, be they professional, emotional, and/or personal.
In the past couple of months, the PT/INR levels have been kind of all over the board, despite the fact that I've been consistent and rigorous in my meds. I'm now considered a high-risk kind of patient, and the doctors, my family, and hell, I myself, consider it "inadvisable" for me to live by myself for the next few months until 1) they determine why my levels are all over the place, 2) how to get those levels consistent, and 3) keep them consistent.
In other words, I won't be living my preferred "country" life, by myself, for at least 3 to 4, but probably 6 months. I'm moving in with some family members.
The fallout of this?
First off, I have to give up my reptile-keeping hobby, or at least find someone willing to hold onto my collection until my condition stabilizes.
What's worse, I'm going to have to give up/foster Bo, for the same length of time.
I'm trying to maintain the perspective of "it's for the best", because, let's face it, if I can't get my condition stable, I'm not doing anyone any good.
But I'm failing at this. I'm losing it here.
Dale
