Ever have one of those days where everything goes wrong? I know you have…it might have been recent.
Mine was yesterday. It started late Wednesday night when I drove through a parking lot and got a bolt in my tire. This is a tire I have already had patched twice so I was reduced to the realization that I was going to have to replace it. Not only that, I was going to have to buy two tires since it’s best to replace them at the same time and I had already gotten a set for the back.
Then, after changing it (with help from an awesome friend) and driving with a “donut” tire I looked at the time and had to plan to get it all done the next day.
Thursday, I had some meeting notes to bring in early and needed to set up for an important discussion. I left the house early and had another important appointment set for 1pm. I woke up after weeks of fighting Bronchitis and felt a horrible pain in my right lung when I would breathe or cough.
I ended up showing up to work and the pain was unbearable so I left early and headed to the ER. They confirmed I had pleurisy and bronchitis and needed another round of medication to beat it.
I left, late for my 1pm appointment (four hours in the ER is never fun) and went there to reset the appointment. I was informed it was actually for Wednesday, not Thursday, so I had missed it by a day and didn’t even know it!
Now, I’ve become a highly organized individual with all my working through personalities and trying to coordinate. This left me with a bit of a “crazy” feeling but I told myself that even singletons miss appointments. If it became a habit or a loss of time problem, I would further evaluate it. But, for now, I think it was an honest mistake. (My mother even thought the appointment was set for Thursday!)
Additionally, I got a call from the Cruise lines stating my last payment was due. I had agreed to pay in two weeks, the final payment, and they were saying it had to be done by this week. Luckily, after I broke down and stressed out, I calmed down and was able to send an email and clarify that my original arrangements were correct and they had sent the email in error. WHEW!
All in all it was a hugely stressful day that ended up okay as soon as I walked in the door to greet my children. There was a peace about it, as I entered the house, and we spent a few hours just hanging out and being us.
I really enjoyed it. I don’t want to have to have a horrible everything goes wrong day to realize that my children and my home is where my heart is…
Don’t forget the little things! They are probably bigger than you realize.
Hang in there Cat. Maybe later you can post about your ER experience. I am curious to know if they asked psych questions. I don’t think I’ve ever been in the ER where that hasn’t come up (i.e., my history). Paul
They actually asked me if I had current feelings toward wanting to hurt myself, and I could honestly say no. I wasn’t asked any history of psych. issues but this was a new hospital, since I moved from Colorado to Texas, and they had no previous records of visits. I try to be very careful because too often when people find out about MPD they automatically view it as the television shows have portrayed it, and I’m far more balanced than that! I hate it when I have to work hard to represent myself to others because of their prior viewings of anything mental illness. Makes it that much harder to be who I am and not HIDE my MPD like I did for so long.