fishman65
03-03-16, 18:38
I rarely post on the forums, either in support of others or myself. Its something I need to address.
However, I'm a carer for my wife who has a fine collection of illnesses including epilepsy, crohns disease, chronic fatigue syndrome and rheumatoid arthritis. We struggle on together but recent years have seen her retreat further from the general dynamics of the domestic scene.
On the 24th of February, my wife's mother sadly passed away. Her death was sudden but not altogether a shock as she had oedema in her legs and feet and had been suffering with heart problems with increasingly poor mobility. As you can likely imagine, the impact of her death is now sinking in after the rush of clearing her flat so as to free it up for a new tenant.
My Dad is 86 and has angina with chronic obstructive pulmonary disease. In the last couple of years he has become more dependent on me, despite my having an older brother who lives 4 miles closer to my Dad than I do. My sister has the excuse of about 80 miles so he can't really call on her in an emergency. He phoned this afternoon to say his TV had packed up. I was about to go over when my wife suggested he call a repair man, a good point and anyway TVs are generally scrapped now rather than repaired because a new one is not much more in terms of cost than a repair.
My wife had a blood test yesterday and the results are showing she may need to come off her rheumatoid arthritis medication due to its effect on her liver. Quite where her treatment goes from there I don't know as RA can't be left to run amok. Our son split from his wife in November, got together with another girl but is now back with his wife. Oh and the clutch is slipping on the car and I've developed ear problems which haven't been solved by syringing.
Anyway the anxiety has taken full advantage and I feel like I'm slipping back to the bad old days. I think the only thing keeping me afloat is the maximum dose venlafaxine and mirtazapine. I feel pulled in all directions and have today told my wife I can't go to the funeral of my mother-in-law. I 'could' go but would need to drink alcohol and have very dark memories of bad anxiety mixed with booze. I've kept telling myself I mustn't have anxiety in the lead up to the funeral because of exactly that. I also need to learn to say no and stop worrying about what other people think. And yet here I am posting my situation to find out what you guys think? :shrug:
However, I'm a carer for my wife who has a fine collection of illnesses including epilepsy, crohns disease, chronic fatigue syndrome and rheumatoid arthritis. We struggle on together but recent years have seen her retreat further from the general dynamics of the domestic scene.
On the 24th of February, my wife's mother sadly passed away. Her death was sudden but not altogether a shock as she had oedema in her legs and feet and had been suffering with heart problems with increasingly poor mobility. As you can likely imagine, the impact of her death is now sinking in after the rush of clearing her flat so as to free it up for a new tenant.
My Dad is 86 and has angina with chronic obstructive pulmonary disease. In the last couple of years he has become more dependent on me, despite my having an older brother who lives 4 miles closer to my Dad than I do. My sister has the excuse of about 80 miles so he can't really call on her in an emergency. He phoned this afternoon to say his TV had packed up. I was about to go over when my wife suggested he call a repair man, a good point and anyway TVs are generally scrapped now rather than repaired because a new one is not much more in terms of cost than a repair.
My wife had a blood test yesterday and the results are showing she may need to come off her rheumatoid arthritis medication due to its effect on her liver. Quite where her treatment goes from there I don't know as RA can't be left to run amok. Our son split from his wife in November, got together with another girl but is now back with his wife. Oh and the clutch is slipping on the car and I've developed ear problems which haven't been solved by syringing.
Anyway the anxiety has taken full advantage and I feel like I'm slipping back to the bad old days. I think the only thing keeping me afloat is the maximum dose venlafaxine and mirtazapine. I feel pulled in all directions and have today told my wife I can't go to the funeral of my mother-in-law. I 'could' go but would need to drink alcohol and have very dark memories of bad anxiety mixed with booze. I've kept telling myself I mustn't have anxiety in the lead up to the funeral because of exactly that. I also need to learn to say no and stop worrying about what other people think. And yet here I am posting my situation to find out what you guys think? :shrug: