Real Life Struggles/Support/Vent
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My mom’s dementia has gotten severe enough that she was put into hospice care last week. I’m doing okay, I don’t really want to talk about it but if you notice I’m scare, well, that’s why.
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TW: General reference of current events.
This week has been heavy for obvious reasons. My heart is pained and my emotions have been all sorts of scattered.
As a parent I feel like nothing I say or do is enough to help my kids. There are some questions that don’t have answers. Some explanations just don’t make anything better.
All I can do is sit and cry with them. Or be here as a support when they have nightmares or fears, but it honestly never feels like enough.
Having an emotional day, but thankful for the MUSH community where I can at least distract with plot or find support through friends.
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I am in the hospital. This is one of the few times fever has cleared and I haven’t been with family or friends. Evacuating a flooded facility from the hurricane I became extremely sick sick. Rapidly started losing flesh on my buttocks toward my anus. It got worse and fast. Have an eighty percent chance but you never know I am diabetic and have other factors against me but much love and support.
Just in case I adore many of you I met here. Loved a few (you know who you are) and don’t regret many years spent in the hobby.
See you soon.
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@Buttercup Hopes, love, best wishes, and prayers for you and yours. Hope you not only pull through, but get better faster than anyone expects was possible.
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Gonna make it surgeries later.
They thought it was Staph it was Strep A Necrotic Fasciitis. I was doing evacuations and a power chair user was partially under water and they didn’t know how to free his chair restraints. I went in to help and felt a light scratch on my buttocks while I was getting his lap belt undone (typically we stay in our vans but I volunteered on this).
Went to the trailer to shower and it hurt there. The night was chills and fever and it got to be a baseball size lump under my buttock.
Went to the ER to lance it and got it drained they gave me bactrum for Staph.
Two days later of fever and chills had one of my employees drove me home to Texas for a better hospital and went to emergency surgery as it was near my rectum and the tunneling.
Two surgeries later I have a huge open wound no flesh but the wound culture came back with what to target and that worked. Had it got to my rectum my mortality chances would have gone up huge.
Now six weeks or so of healing these open chasms and praying it doesn’t come back or get infected. Should be okay (alive). But given the location and severity bed ridden a long time.
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@Buttercup Checking in to say you are both thought of and cared about. Hope your healing is going well. Not sure if you’re in the storm areas, but hope you’re staying safe through those too if yes.
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@Buttercup I salute you for doing a job I can’t do, and for injuries received in the line of duty. Deeply sorry it had to happen to you, but glad you’re on the mend. Hope the recovery is very swift and smooth, especially given how rocky the road thus far has been.
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Never mind he asked me to not share it. Friend life was on fire, he asked me not to post it here as I did. So sorry.
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Child has informed me that my therapy is stupid, but hers is essential. I don’t need therapy because I’m an adult, and she does need it because she’s a kid.
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@junipersky Tell child that her therapist goes to therapy.
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@junipersky She has no idea wtf she’s talking about because she’s a child. You don’t have to/probably shouldn’t tell her that, but you can hold it close to your heart and tell yourself that her opinion in this situation has no weight.
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Kids are so funny.
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My mom doesn’t remember my name. I knew it was coming, but…still sucks.
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@Snackness said in Real Life Struggles/Support/Vent:
My mom doesn’t remember my name. I knew it was coming, but…still sucks.
I lost my dad to this sort of thing this year, it’s awful. I am so, so sorry you (and your mom) are having to deal with it.
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All the love. I’ve been through this and even if it is expected, it isn’t easy. We are here if you want to talk.
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I know it is hard and I respect people wanting privacy so much.
Kid walks in this morning crying. His father died over break, like, early break. It is true. Teacher is blindsided and has no idea what kind of supports are needed.
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I hope everyone who lives in or has loved ones in LA is safe.
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The parent(s) of student(s) at my district were picked up by ICE and detained. The student(s) are with family, but it’s still shaking up this tiny-ass rural, progressive island community. And it’s shaking up me too even if I’m white as Wonder Bread.
