I reallly like to have options when it comes to making big decisions; I
like to weigh, ponder, and consider them just to feel as though I've
played a part in the process. Yesterday, though, I discovered how
few choices I have about my health at the moment, and it has left me
angry and frustrated.
My neurosurgeon was supposed to have called me on
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N. went back to teaching in January b/c we absolutely needed the money, and she wasn't yet recovered enough from something much more minor (a broken knee and two surgeries), and she had a horrible semester, so waiting makes sense if you can handle the symptoms.
That's one reason I keep seeing my shrink to talk about the MS stuff (which again, is not as serious); that feeling of having such a huge thing out of my control *and* controlling so much of my life (and of course I couldn't keep working) is a constant stressor. It's nice being able to vent about it regularly.
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