Feeling Sad
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Back teaching. Great class, but I have no energy. I do not think that my students notice, but I am so profoundly sad and tired due to oack of sleep that I have to really push myself to be uplifting and perky. Last night I could not fall asleep until 3:00, and then I got up at 6:00 for work.
My second son, up North, texted me 2 weeks ago that he would see a doctor about his depression. He is still homeless and weighs only 112 pounds. He says that he does not want to deal with people, so although he has money, he lives in his car. I cannot ask him directly if he has seen the doctor via texts. He would not answer and I could lose contact for a few more weeks. No, the good old 'soft sale' approach works best. I am just not a 'soft sale' type of person. Sadly, I am more of a 'take charge' type of person... He still works and also has a reseach internship. I do not know what he plans to do this semester.
I have had very bad vertigo for the last 3 weeks. My neurologist placed 2 orders. The radiology department dropped the ball and never called me for the MRI with and without contrast.
I am almost a year late in having it done due to my depression, I suppose. It just 'slipped my mind'...pun intended!
I been waiting for my appointment...feeling dizzy and nauseous. I find it difficult to shampoo my hair because I have to close my eyes and the room 'spins'.
Finally...after 3 calls back, I have an appointment. They have to check to make sure that my brain tumor is not growing back. I go on Wednesday. I am probably fine. Stress and lack of sleep can cause vertigo. Also, past brain trauma; ie a tumor, can cause it.
I put a small amount in my schizophrenic son's joint account each month. I feel better knowing that he has food. I also know, this way, that he is alive. It seems so bizarre to write that...but schizophrenia is bizarre.
Three months ago, I was purchasing a burial plot next to my brother's. I do not want my sons to have to go through buying me a plot in the future when I pass away. I transferred $10,000 into my account, or so I thought... In my grief, I transferred the money into my ill son's account. I did not notice it for 3 weeks, until I discovered my account was low.
He had transferred $2,000 into a new account. I cannot get to it.
I am torn between annoyance and feeling hopeful. Yes, annoyed because he took $2,000. But, I feel hopeful because he used purposeful thought and reasoning. He probably figured out that it was a mistake. His account was almost empty the month before when my brother died. I forgot to put in a small amount of money. It probably scared him.
The purposeful thought and reasoning comes into the equation because he could have very easily taken all of the money... $10,000. He took only $2,000 and had the presence of mind to open an account of his own.
Yes, it was sneaky. But, when you worry every day about your schizophrenic son, this example of purposeful thought affords some small amount of peace of mind. I feel hopeful that he might be able to 'make it' out there. Others might not take advantage of him. At least. ..at the moment.
Some of you are probably saying to yourself that it was wrong of him and that I should be very angry. I'm not though.
I feel, all be it reserved, a little bit more hopeful. Sad, worried, guilty, tortured, but also a little bit more hopeful than I was last month...
I hope that this post finds the brave parents on this site possessing a little bit more hope, as well. We need to take it whenever, or wherever, we are able to find it.
Hmmm...peace of mind for a 'mere' $2,000...and people say that you can't put a price on things...
My second son, up North, texted me 2 weeks ago that he would see a doctor about his depression. He is still homeless and weighs only 112 pounds. He says that he does not want to deal with people, so although he has money, he lives in his car. I cannot ask him directly if he has seen the doctor via texts. He would not answer and I could lose contact for a few more weeks. No, the good old 'soft sale' approach works best. I am just not a 'soft sale' type of person. Sadly, I am more of a 'take charge' type of person... He still works and also has a reseach internship. I do not know what he plans to do this semester.
I have had very bad vertigo for the last 3 weeks. My neurologist placed 2 orders. The radiology department dropped the ball and never called me for the MRI with and without contrast.
I am almost a year late in having it done due to my depression, I suppose. It just 'slipped my mind'...pun intended!
I been waiting for my appointment...feeling dizzy and nauseous. I find it difficult to shampoo my hair because I have to close my eyes and the room 'spins'.
Finally...after 3 calls back, I have an appointment. They have to check to make sure that my brain tumor is not growing back. I go on Wednesday. I am probably fine. Stress and lack of sleep can cause vertigo. Also, past brain trauma; ie a tumor, can cause it.
I put a small amount in my schizophrenic son's joint account each month. I feel better knowing that he has food. I also know, this way, that he is alive. It seems so bizarre to write that...but schizophrenia is bizarre.
Three months ago, I was purchasing a burial plot next to my brother's. I do not want my sons to have to go through buying me a plot in the future when I pass away. I transferred $10,000 into my account, or so I thought... In my grief, I transferred the money into my ill son's account. I did not notice it for 3 weeks, until I discovered my account was low.
He had transferred $2,000 into a new account. I cannot get to it.
I am torn between annoyance and feeling hopeful. Yes, annoyed because he took $2,000. But, I feel hopeful because he used purposeful thought and reasoning. He probably figured out that it was a mistake. His account was almost empty the month before when my brother died. I forgot to put in a small amount of money. It probably scared him.
The purposeful thought and reasoning comes into the equation because he could have very easily taken all of the money... $10,000. He took only $2,000 and had the presence of mind to open an account of his own.
Yes, it was sneaky. But, when you worry every day about your schizophrenic son, this example of purposeful thought affords some small amount of peace of mind. I feel hopeful that he might be able to 'make it' out there. Others might not take advantage of him. At least. ..at the moment.
Some of you are probably saying to yourself that it was wrong of him and that I should be very angry. I'm not though.
I feel, all be it reserved, a little bit more hopeful. Sad, worried, guilty, tortured, but also a little bit more hopeful than I was last month...
I hope that this post finds the brave parents on this site possessing a little bit more hope, as well. We need to take it whenever, or wherever, we are able to find it.
Hmmm...peace of mind for a 'mere' $2,000...and people say that you can't put a price on things...
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