Crazy Few Months…

I’m tired.  The last few months have been fairly miserable.  I’ve been on Nutrisystem since the latter part of May of this year.  That was all going well with more than 30 pounds lost and kept off even through the crazy stuff.  Then, sometime in late July (I think) I started having daily headaches withContinue reading “Crazy Few Months…”

Mourning the Old Me

Disability of any kind is a thief.  It takes away being considered as valuable as other humans. It steals identities (my existence WAS being a nurse). It robs people of a sense of purpose and value.  It is a constant reminder of what was.  And, no matter how hard I try to figure out someContinue reading “Mourning the Old Me”

Emergency Room From Hell

There is a local emergency room that actually scares me.  I’m not the only one- whenever I mention its name to someone (even my new oncologist who works for the same organization) the reaction is usually “Oh, I know what you mean. I/my brother/mom/ dad/friend/ etc went there and they almost killed me/them.”  Their postedContinue reading “Emergency Room From Hell”

Long Term Disability

As a registered nurse, I saw people on a routine basis who had life-altering events happen to them. They were my job.  Many who were of working age were permanently and/or catastrophically injured.  Others had injuries that eliminated them from eligibility to pursue their desired careers.  I saw bad stuff.  Because of that, I alwaysContinue reading “Long Term Disability”

Ending Up On Disability… Part One

This is a hard one.  I’d been fighting ending up on disability for eight years.  I’d had neurological problems for decades.  Finally, it all ended up being too much, and that hurt a lot.  I’d been a working RN for 19 years, and that was who I was and what I knew.  I lived nursing.Continue reading “Ending Up On Disability… Part One”

To Seize, or Not To Seize…That is the Question.

I went to a routine neurology appointment today.  One of the reasons I’m on disability is seizures that aren’t adequately controlled by medications.  At my last place of employment, I was shipped out by ambulance about 10-12 times over the final six weeks I worked there because I’d either had a seizure and fell over,Continue reading “To Seize, or Not To Seize…That is the Question.”