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Man, I have never been so glad to see the weekend coming. This week in my life has been horrible on an epic scale.
Sunday morning, my wife decided she no longer wanted to take her antidepressants. As you can imagine, she's quite unbearable now. She is one of those people that absolutely needs the help, but she hates thinking that everyone thinks she's crazy since she takes antidepressants. I have shown her all the evidence that shows I am in the minority for not having to take them, but she doesn't care. So we've been fighting pretty much non-stop, after having not really had a fight in a couple of years.
Sunday afternoon, we got word that a very close and longtime family friend, and my 10 year old daughter's favorite buddy in the world died in his sleep at age 73 from a massive stroke. It was the first time someone she really had a relationship with died, and she has been taking it very hard.
Monday afternoon, my best friend called me in tears to let me know her father was in the hospital after suffering a massive heart attack. He was in the Navy for 25 years, and physically looked to be in peak shape and didn't drink or smoke. But he eats a lot of fast food. They did quadruple bypass, and said all but one of his arteries was nearly 100% blocked. The one that wasn't was 90% blocked. They keep saying he'll be ok and go home in a few more days, but she's devastated over it and a nervous wreck.
This morning, a friend of mine who is only 26 years old was diagnosed with stage 3 non-hodgkins lymphoma. He has to get a bone marrow transplant, and suffer through chemo and radiation, and the doctor said he doesn't see a reason to believe yet that he can make it more than a couple of years.
An hour ago, my mother called to let me know that her day didn't go as planned. She has been dating her boyfriend for 4 years now, and they adore each other and spend every waking moment together when they aren't working. They never fight, they always have a good time together, etc. Today, he said he had something major he wanted to talk to her about. She had herself convinced he was going to propose, which is what everyone was thinking. Instead, he tells her he's getting back with his ex wife, and swears he's never cheated on her. Scumbag prick.
Tomorrow at 2:15, I have a doctor's appointment. Some people know, a lot of people don't, that Parkinson's Disease runs on both sides of my family. Over the years, I showed very minor instances of what could have been symptoms, but very rarely. In the past couple of weeks, I have had a major increase in more pronounced symptoms. I go tomorrow to get an evaluation, get some tests run, and get a catscan. Gee, I wonder how that's gonna go. FML. I hate stress. To be dealing with this week, and I still haven't caved and started drinking again, I am easily a lot stronger than I once thought.
Maybe tomorrow I will get the good news I need to end this rut on a high note, so keep your fingers crossed.
Sorry if I rambled too much and aired a bunch of private stuff out, but I had to let it out. As you can see from the above, I have very few places I can turn right now, and it's become maddening.
Suddenly, that Michael J. Fox earthquake pic I posted isn't looking too funny anymore. Who am I kidding, I'm sick, that **** is still hilarious. Just potentially the most ironically ****ed up bad timing I have ever had.
Sunday morning, my wife decided she no longer wanted to take her antidepressants. As you can imagine, she's quite unbearable now. She is one of those people that absolutely needs the help, but she hates thinking that everyone thinks she's crazy since she takes antidepressants. I have shown her all the evidence that shows I am in the minority for not having to take them, but she doesn't care. So we've been fighting pretty much non-stop, after having not really had a fight in a couple of years.
Sunday afternoon, we got word that a very close and longtime family friend, and my 10 year old daughter's favorite buddy in the world died in his sleep at age 73 from a massive stroke. It was the first time someone she really had a relationship with died, and she has been taking it very hard.
Monday afternoon, my best friend called me in tears to let me know her father was in the hospital after suffering a massive heart attack. He was in the Navy for 25 years, and physically looked to be in peak shape and didn't drink or smoke. But he eats a lot of fast food. They did quadruple bypass, and said all but one of his arteries was nearly 100% blocked. The one that wasn't was 90% blocked. They keep saying he'll be ok and go home in a few more days, but she's devastated over it and a nervous wreck.
This morning, a friend of mine who is only 26 years old was diagnosed with stage 3 non-hodgkins lymphoma. He has to get a bone marrow transplant, and suffer through chemo and radiation, and the doctor said he doesn't see a reason to believe yet that he can make it more than a couple of years.
An hour ago, my mother called to let me know that her day didn't go as planned. She has been dating her boyfriend for 4 years now, and they adore each other and spend every waking moment together when they aren't working. They never fight, they always have a good time together, etc. Today, he said he had something major he wanted to talk to her about. She had herself convinced he was going to propose, which is what everyone was thinking. Instead, he tells her he's getting back with his ex wife, and swears he's never cheated on her. Scumbag prick.
Tomorrow at 2:15, I have a doctor's appointment. Some people know, a lot of people don't, that Parkinson's Disease runs on both sides of my family. Over the years, I showed very minor instances of what could have been symptoms, but very rarely. In the past couple of weeks, I have had a major increase in more pronounced symptoms. I go tomorrow to get an evaluation, get some tests run, and get a catscan. Gee, I wonder how that's gonna go. FML. I hate stress. To be dealing with this week, and I still haven't caved and started drinking again, I am easily a lot stronger than I once thought.
Maybe tomorrow I will get the good news I need to end this rut on a high note, so keep your fingers crossed.
Sorry if I rambled too much and aired a bunch of private stuff out, but I had to let it out. As you can see from the above, I have very few places I can turn right now, and it's become maddening.
Suddenly, that Michael J. Fox earthquake pic I posted isn't looking too funny anymore. Who am I kidding, I'm sick, that **** is still hilarious. Just potentially the most ironically ****ed up bad timing I have ever had.