First, let me say that my antidepressant has finally kicked in (thank God) because life has suddenly become very challenging and I don't know how I would have handled everything had I not been depressed first, and gotten treatment. The universe was preparing me to deal with this stuff???? Don't know.
My depression started in October.
I don't think I've mentioned that my very healthy 20 year-old became extremely ill in November with an irregular heart-beat, and really bad stomach problems. He was in college in San Francisco, but had to come home so we could figure out what is going on. We have been to a lot of specialists, and I'm seeing him deteriorate while each test is yielding no results. He's been drug tested-- not that. Very wonderful guy. All the experts agree that there is something wrong, but no one knows why. More tests pending.
Lots of job shifting things that I've already told you guys about.
My dad went into the hospital for internal bleeding and was diagnosed with a stomach aneurism. He stablized after a blood transfusion and went home.
I went away this weekend with boyfriend to his ranch, and got a call Saturday night that dad was rushed by ambulance to the hospital. He was diagnosed with congestive heart failure (for those of you not familiar, this is really really not good). So I've been at the hospital a lot. Monday, a friend called to tell me that a long time childhood friend was killed in a car accident.
In the meantime, dad's girlfriend called and asked me to pick up dad's dog and have him put down. She has always hated the dog, but told me that he was too much trouble and unable to get up and walk. That dad and she couldn't care for him anymore. That the dog was really old and sick. I picked him up and he smelled so bad that I thought I was going to be sick. I took him to the vet for an assessment, and other than being 15 and having a tumor on his toe, he was in good health. So I brought him home. Will continue in a minute after I put little guy to bed.
