Hi Steph I felt like the same a while back, over 2015 we
had one disaster after another at home/ with my aunt.
January she was in hosp for a week and nearly died with high potassium levels.
When she came out she had severe delerium which took months to clear up.
That was extremely difficult to deal with plus the hallucinations.
Spring we had a car crash into the side of the house, just for good measure.
Then she had cataract surgery. I took 3 weeks off work as she needed to
have eye drops 4 times a day.
First day I went back to work I got a call from the police to say she had fallen
at home. Someone had tried to deliver a package she fell getting to the door, so
the delivery man called the police. I arrived home from work to find Police and
ambulance there. The living room window smashed in to get to her. Glass
every where. As a result she fractured her shoulder ended back in hosp for
another 6 weeks. I had to visit plus sort out repairs to the house, oh and the
heating failed and a radiator flooded just for good measure.
She came home worse than when she went in! Over a 6 week period I called
our own Doctor out Several times, then one day she got really unwell again and
ended up back in hosp for 12 weeks INcluding over Xmas, with heart and lung
and kidney failure, potassium levels dangerously high again. Didn’t know if
she would live.
All of this meant lots of unpaid leave I ran out of paid holiday.
Multiple hosp appointments, visits, then finding out she had COPD, learning
how to use her oxygen. Numerous visitors to the house, doctors,
oxygen company, Respiritory nurse, social services, new care company,
I got to the point that I was on high alert all the time thinking “what next”.
I didn’t go to church for over a year, didn’t have the time or the mental
energy to do anything other than what I had to do at home.
When things calmed down and I did go back in Spring 2016. I felt really strange.
I didn’t want to talk to anyone, didn’t want to have to put on that
“Cheery hello how are you, fine thanks” kind of voice.
I just wanted to sit and listen to the word and go home again.
I even felt a bit resentful that everyone was happy smiley and I
felt different to everyone else. I wasn’t this happy smiley clappy
person any more.
It took a good while of gritting teeth and just going anyway, before I
was able to shake off that feeling of being different. For some time
I didn’t feel like I fitted it, as my life had taken a different path to
everyone else’s.
I had close friends who knew various bits of what had happened but I felt
they could never understand how big all this was and how much it had
affected me.
The good news is that over time I became a much stronger person, more
capable. Eyes wide open now, more able to empathise with others.
You will too, it will take time. You might feel strange for a while, not knowing
what to say to people or where you fit in. But you will come through this
a lot stronger and far more grown up and knowledgable than your peers.
Praying for you.