First of all, sorry it took me so long to get back to you. We were handed our new project a couple of days ago. We have to design and print pamphlets that would be for patients as if we were working in a real clinic already
so far I have managed to design one for someone who might be getting a needle biopsy (breast biopsy) we not only have to design these things, we have to write a letter creating letterhead, and inform the "patient" that this is what they need to do, this is where they need to go, how long the procedure will take, and if there is parking available and if they will need a friend or family to pick them up
oh yes, and we have to make a requisition form for the diagnostic procedures.
I also have to work on one for bone marrow extraction, and an amniocnetesis...women here will know what that is
so long way to get to this...I have been swamped
the depression is, if possible, worse, and I am having trouble convincing myself that this is all going to be worth it
I mean really, what if the next MS relapse is the one I do not recover from, the best I would be able to get employment wise would be a boring medical transcription job, you can transcribe from a wheelchair, I checked
I now also know that it is not my imagination, the people I thought I was getting along with are all slowly backing away and not talking to me anymore
the one person I thought was my friend doesn't call me anymore, and she is so distant
I give up
there is no point to trying to make friends anymore, after 36 years of being bluntly told by all manners possible I haven't learned completely that I am a freak and no one wants me around
I think the reason I wanted to be interned at a morgue is because at least the dead don't talk back or talk behind your back or make you feel like a freak...they're dead...
it's the living I cannot seem to get along with
and yes i know I should not feel this way
I need to shut up and get off the depression track
I need to be tough and just stow it
the only problem is that I am so deep in this pit that I cannot seem to find a way out
i have talked to a doctor, all they want to do is prescribe pills that will give me horrible side effects and make things worse
I need to be medication free, I have to monitor myself carefully because I want to be aware if the MS goes back into a relapse and not have symptoms masked
I'm also trying like hell to hide the fact that I am so depressede from my 14 year old daughter and my room mate
they have their own stuff to do, they don't need to listen to me
I hate feeling like this
I hate being me
sorry for being such a downer
J