In my last post I mentioned that I had taken a good friend to the emergency room because she was having trouble breathing even after having taken a week's worth of antibiotics for walking pneumonia. That was four weeks ago. Four weeks filled with ups and downs, hospital visits, and a million text messages. Four weeks of meeting some really great people, unnerving moments, and looking for anyway to help. Four weeks that felt like forever, yet went by incredibly fast.
She is still in the ICU and we are all sending her our love and hoping for things to turn around.
As for me, I am pretty much a mess. My body hurts more days than not because the stress is causing my RA to flare. I am still not really sleeping and when I do it is mostly nightmares. Plus my anxiety seems to be mounting each day and each time the phone rings.
I am attempting to take care of myself because I know that I cannot help anyone if I am falling apart. Even though I do not want my friend to know that I am there for her, I am trying to limit my visits because it is so draining. I am trying to distract myself with other things, such as gardening, to keep from obsessively worrying. And after several weeks of emotional eating, I am starting to watch my diet a little more.
I do not know when I will post again, but hopefully it will be about D making a complete recovery and leaving the hospital.
I wanted to thank Lauri and Jamie for everything. They have taken the time to keep us updated on every little thing that has happened and without them we would be lost.
I cannot forget Angela, who is the best friend ever and always there for me.
And Rommel, my loving husband, who has been so understanding and still loves me through my bitchier moments.
D, we miss you and love you.