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TonyaH
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You would think I would be on cloud nine right now. Andrew finished his ivs yesterday and had his line removed. His lungs sound clear, his sputum has gone back to being mostly clear, other than a slight drop in lung function from 2 weeks ago, things could not have gone any better.
But here I am, in and out of some major depression. I have these extra eclipse balls in my fridge, boxes of saline and heparin on my dining room table, and I can't put them away. Life is supposed to get back to normal now and I find myself "missing" our siv chedule. Why is this?
I mean, I'm happy for Andrew and relieved that the infection is under control. But somewhere in my mind I am just not ready to get "back to normal". What is back to normal, anyway? Waiting for the next cough and asking, is this the next exacerbation? I think I'm starting to get the first glimpse of what a rollercoaster ride this disease is. Chances are these infections will be back. And next time, chances are they will not respond so nicely to the meds. I am afraid to let life get "back to normal" and just sit and wait fo the next hill to climb.
At least when he was on the meds I had something to do. He was on medication that was making him better. I was helping him and taking care of him. Now, other than his meds, nebs, and cpt, there is nothing I can do but wait. I think being busy with him kept my mind off of things. Now that he is better, I have time to think. And worry, and cry. I hate this feeling because I am usually pretty together. I deal with situations, but choose not to look at big picture. But every time I open my fridge or walk past my dining room, "BIG PICTURE" is just staring me in the face. But I can't bring myself to put this stuff away, yet. Mentally I'm not finished with the last 23 days because I didn't deal with them when they were happening.
Whoa...this is getting way too long, and I apologize. But please let me know if any of you have ever felt this way AFTER ending ivs, and what you do to snap out of it. My husband thinks I'm crazy and should be focusing on the postive right now..because there really is so much positive. And I know that. But I just can't.
But here I am, in and out of some major depression. I have these extra eclipse balls in my fridge, boxes of saline and heparin on my dining room table, and I can't put them away. Life is supposed to get back to normal now and I find myself "missing" our siv chedule. Why is this?
I mean, I'm happy for Andrew and relieved that the infection is under control. But somewhere in my mind I am just not ready to get "back to normal". What is back to normal, anyway? Waiting for the next cough and asking, is this the next exacerbation? I think I'm starting to get the first glimpse of what a rollercoaster ride this disease is. Chances are these infections will be back. And next time, chances are they will not respond so nicely to the meds. I am afraid to let life get "back to normal" and just sit and wait fo the next hill to climb.
At least when he was on the meds I had something to do. He was on medication that was making him better. I was helping him and taking care of him. Now, other than his meds, nebs, and cpt, there is nothing I can do but wait. I think being busy with him kept my mind off of things. Now that he is better, I have time to think. And worry, and cry. I hate this feeling because I am usually pretty together. I deal with situations, but choose not to look at big picture. But every time I open my fridge or walk past my dining room, "BIG PICTURE" is just staring me in the face. But I can't bring myself to put this stuff away, yet. Mentally I'm not finished with the last 23 days because I didn't deal with them when they were happening.
Whoa...this is getting way too long, and I apologize. But please let me know if any of you have ever felt this way AFTER ending ivs, and what you do to snap out of it. My husband thinks I'm crazy and should be focusing on the postive right now..because there really is so much positive. And I know that. But I just can't.