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I can honestly say that it has been a long, long time since I've been so sick that I wanted to killl myself to stop the pain.
Brian has been sick for a few days...I don't know if he has felt as bad as I do right now, but he's just been kind of constantly miserable. I started out with a major headache all day Sunday. By Monday morning my head hurt so bad that I almost left work. Tylenol didn't help any, but I toughed it out. Today I went to the dr. for my 6-month cervical cancer check up thing, and she gave me some horse pills to clear up my congestion. Now it's 1 a.m. and I've been up for an hour, blowing green snot out of my nose and trying to hold myself back from crying. You know how when you're sick, everything seems just so much worse than normal. My head hurts so bad. I don't know if I've ever had this bad of a headache in my life. At least I'm not puking. That would be simply unbearable.
Anyway my parents went to wichita today to take my uncle Chris to a dr's appointment. Everyone has kind of a black sheep in the family...uncle Chris is ours. He is an alcoholic and was who knows what else he has/is using. I guess he has known he has hepatitis for 2 years. Pardon my spelling, folks. Anyway, I guess when you have hepatitis you are in a lot of pain. Well he has been getting oxycontin from one of his buddies, and is addicted to it, and hasn't quit drinking, and they think he has cirhossis of the liver (wow that's not even close). In order to be treated for the hepatitus he has to not drink for 6 months. I don't know if he is even capable of that. I remember one Christmas we were having a lot of family time, and he didn't drink for like 2 days and he became physically ill, barfing style. He is physically dependant on the stuff, not to mention the emotional/psychological attachment. He has been prescribed an antidepressant, which as we all know, when you take that crap and drink it can lead to even worse depression and suicide.
So, I don't know. He needs a lot of prayer. So much is wrong. It's pretty much all his own fault, but...I don't know. What a sad, sad life to lead. He has no wife, no children, nothing to really live for or look forward to. It's not like he hasn't been through rehab, and it's not like my dad and my aunt haven't tried to help him. It's that he hasn't tried to help himself. Maybe the thought of dying will put a little bit of a different spin on things.
Brian has been sick for a few days...I don't know if he has felt as bad as I do right now, but he's just been kind of constantly miserable. I started out with a major headache all day Sunday. By Monday morning my head hurt so bad that I almost left work. Tylenol didn't help any, but I toughed it out. Today I went to the dr. for my 6-month cervical cancer check up thing, and she gave me some horse pills to clear up my congestion. Now it's 1 a.m. and I've been up for an hour, blowing green snot out of my nose and trying to hold myself back from crying. You know how when you're sick, everything seems just so much worse than normal. My head hurts so bad. I don't know if I've ever had this bad of a headache in my life. At least I'm not puking. That would be simply unbearable.
Anyway my parents went to wichita today to take my uncle Chris to a dr's appointment. Everyone has kind of a black sheep in the family...uncle Chris is ours. He is an alcoholic and was who knows what else he has/is using. I guess he has known he has hepatitis for 2 years. Pardon my spelling, folks. Anyway, I guess when you have hepatitis you are in a lot of pain. Well he has been getting oxycontin from one of his buddies, and is addicted to it, and hasn't quit drinking, and they think he has cirhossis of the liver (wow that's not even close). In order to be treated for the hepatitus he has to not drink for 6 months. I don't know if he is even capable of that. I remember one Christmas we were having a lot of family time, and he didn't drink for like 2 days and he became physically ill, barfing style. He is physically dependant on the stuff, not to mention the emotional/psychological attachment. He has been prescribed an antidepressant, which as we all know, when you take that crap and drink it can lead to even worse depression and suicide.
So, I don't know. He needs a lot of prayer. So much is wrong. It's pretty much all his own fault, but...I don't know. What a sad, sad life to lead. He has no wife, no children, nothing to really live for or look forward to. It's not like he hasn't been through rehab, and it's not like my dad and my aunt haven't tried to help him. It's that he hasn't tried to help himself. Maybe the thought of dying will put a little bit of a different spin on things.