I try not to write about this too much anymore because as my depression worsens and the chest pain business stays the same, I see/hear people begin to drift off from me again 'oh man, I canNOT DO this again' I hear them saying in their heads. And I don't blame them. But just to give you an idea of how very fucked up I am...today as my pulse climbed to 100 bpm for no reason, I figured that I better get directions to the nearest hospital in our town just in case that became a necessity. I found this
and it became my new dream destination. I don't want to go to the beaches of the Caribbean or the moors of Scotland, I want to go to the Methodist Chest Pain Center!
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hang in there, lady--only 50-some more days and you can get some help. i know it sucks :( Back in the Dark Ages, I would panic and end up repeating the 23rd Psalm like a mantra---sometimes it helped and sometimes it didn't--sigh---we're not going anywhere, though. that's not what friends (even 'net ones) do.
*i had this funny thought, just now, that if you were closer i could give you my leftover Lexapro :) hee! i'm weird.*
thanks for the prayers---know that i'm doing the same for you.
*laugh* You can ship me all of your leftover drugs! ;)
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