Comments on: 12 Days Later http://www.sabreland.com/2009/08/12-days-later/ Just another WordPress weblog Fri, 10 Feb 2012 02:44:01 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.7.1 hourly 1 By: steve http://www.sabreland.com/2009/08/12-days-later/comment-page-1/#comment-646 steve Fri, 04 Sep 2009 02:03:23 +0000 http://www.sabreland.com/?p=1131#comment-646 hang in there christina, hope you'll be up about sooner with all that will power you have. hang in there christina, hope you’ll be up about sooner with all that will power you have.

]]> By: Dawn http://www.sabreland.com/2009/08/12-days-later/comment-page-1/#comment-489 Dawn Fri, 21 Aug 2009 01:51:53 +0000 http://www.sabreland.com/?p=1131#comment-489 I remember when I was in the hospital for days, telling the docs I had appendicitis, and they didn't believe me. Thought I was a junkie. Then the appendix exploded and I had gangrene filling my system. I was lucky to make it out of INOVA Alexandria with my life. But I lost my will to live somewhere in there. I had not a soul to advocate for me but myself. It sucks being helpless. Your story is uncovering some very deep, unaddressed scars of my own. Not just where they had to hack me open and I had to carry around a bag for two weeks to drain the last of the poison out of me. But also the poison that didn't come out of my heart and head. I have such a deep-seated fear of something like that happening again. And it kills me that it's your experience now, too. I hate your new living arrangement. But if there's a blessing to be had, it's that you are somewhere safe and populated, as I know the alternative right now. I'd love to say not to let this get you down, but it's a vacation that's so very not on your terms. I know you'll come through this. If there's anyone who can, it's you. I just don't want you to lose your spunk the way I did, because I realized that choosing to go through this world pretty much alone meant that I was very much alone when I could have picked up the phone for company, advocacy, sanity or maybe a little assistance and I really didn't feel like I had anyone to call because they didn't owe me crap. I remember when I was in the hospital for days, telling the docs I had appendicitis, and they didn’t believe me. Thought I was a junkie. Then the appendix exploded and I had gangrene filling my system. I was lucky to make it out of INOVA Alexandria with my life. But I lost my will to live somewhere in there. I had not a soul to advocate for me but myself.

It sucks being helpless. Your story is uncovering some very deep, unaddressed scars of my own. Not just where they had to hack me open and I had to carry around a bag for two weeks to drain the last of the poison out of me. But also the poison that didn’t come out of my heart and head.

I have such a deep-seated fear of something like that happening again. And it kills me that it’s your experience now, too.

I hate your new living arrangement. But if there’s a blessing to be had, it’s that you are somewhere safe and populated, as I know the alternative right now. I’d love to say not to let this get you down, but it’s a vacation that’s so very not on your terms.

I know you’ll come through this. If there’s anyone who can, it’s you. I just don’t want you to lose your spunk the way I did, because I realized that choosing to go through this world pretty much alone meant that I was very much alone when I could have picked up the phone for company, advocacy, sanity or maybe a little assistance and I really didn’t feel like I had anyone to call because they didn’t owe me crap.

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