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October 3, 2008, 5:31 am PDT
totally stressed out too much has happened
I am so totally stressed out to the max. I don't have children but my position and things that have happened are making me almost crazy! I am not crazy but am stressed out to the point that I almost accidentally overdosed on some medication the other night. o m g!
My wonderful soul mate/b.f./heart mate/husband killed himself 11-29-2007. I am losing my condo to foreclosure. I am dealing w/creditors coming out of my butt! Harrassing letters, phone calls, my crazy dysfunctional unsupportive family---most of them. I have friends but so many of them have their own health problems. I am retired after 28 yrs w/federal govt- job. I worked for SSA and helped so many people over the years. My hubby did too. That is where we met. We had a wonderful marriage. Tested though not by each other just by so many things in our lives--before each we met each other.
My health was ruined by the 3 sick federal bldgs I worked in here in s. fl. Of course u can't 'sue the federal govt' which is what you sign on your contract w/them when u get hired. They renovated the federal bldg where I 1st got sick and found 17 inches of mold and mildew. U have no idea how many hundreds of thousands of dollars put out over the years. We had to have 2 mortgages on our little condo.
My husband went through 2 bad marriages before me. He survived a father that left when he was 3 y.o., sexual abuse from his twisted mother , his aunt and their sick group of friends. He went to therapy years ago before he met me. I thought all of his demons were dealt with. He had a disabled child w/Chron's disease, which can be inherited. Ended up my niece got it too. We made a joint decision not to have children. I physically could but we decided against it. Then his son got mental. He had numerous breakdowns--bi polar/schizophrenic? combo...Had to be baker acted. My m.i.l. just fed him and helped him roam around the USA for years. She wouldn't listen to us...oh, well, he died 02/1999.
I survived almost dying--this is just the past 4 yrs...oxycontin given to me for neck injury--almost killed me. My body shut down--organs etc. I was 5 minutes from dying. Then diabetes, weight problems, neck permanent pinched nerve, auto immune system damage--got something called tsietze's syndrome, constant illnesses-sinus infections, pneumonia, bronchitis, migraine headaches, hospital stays. In 2006 alone, I was in hosp 5 times. From oxycontin-10 1/2 days, then I fell smashed my head, broke glasses, bruised by falling on a fountain. I am left handed broke my hand in 4 places. that took hospital visit, then orthopedic surgeon. physical therapy for 8 weeks. Then my hand didn't heal and doctor wanted to re-break my hand and operate. I said no way ! Then p.t. w/special hand therapist. AFter all those months, I went out in back of my condo w/my hubby fishing and it was a little windy, I got abraised cornea and almost lost my eyesight. Then 5 out patient operational procedures--3 epidurals in my neck over 5 months and then 2 more in my sternum for tsietze's syndrome.--2 for sternum did nothing. Then I finally went through so many more tests just to be able to get gastric bypass-wt loss surgery. That was 05-29-2007. 2 day hospital stay. I developed a horrible gastric ulcer at incision operation sites-07/207 another 3 day hospital stay. I lost my weight very quickly almost 65 lbs.
We begged family members to help us. We begged mortgage companies, banks, loan companies. We wrote to his super rich uncle worth 40-50 MILLION dollars for a 'loan' to help us re-financea & combine our 2 mortgages. His pleas and my pleas went ignored. We weren't/I'm not big spenders --we were buried with horrible medical stuff, alimony, child support, medical stuff not only w/ me but his son for years. I think it's pretty sick when u can afford to help someone but you don't. My husband broke under years of pressure. His wonderful, strong, mind/will/mentally broke him from all the stress. I put him in mental hospital-reacted to all medications. He got out-we went to a totally pill pushing whacked out psychiatrist. I know what they are supposed to do. I was there in interview at my husband's insistense. This moron was weird. I was in nursing school-didn't finish yet but now I will have to. This idio had 'stale Dunkin donuts' and a little dog w/doodie balls hanging on his hind legs, unbathed, matted hair. The '''doctor, so to speak' asked my husband 'were u ever sexually abused growing up.?' Yes, he said but I dont' want to talk about it. helloooooo? So u ask him something/anything inane to get the patient talking then work around either in that session or next session to loosen patient up and gain their trust. Instead he jjust wrote out 2 rx's and said, "come back next week." Well, if he didn't help him feel comfortable why would he want to come back? U have to establish rapport with the patient...duh!
So what happened? My husband reacted horrible to the medications. He hung himself in the bathroom 6 months to the day after my gastric bypass! That was 11-29-2007. I found him...it was horrific. I'm lucky I haven't cracked from all the stress. I can't find work. No one wants to hire me when they see what Imy salary used to be. My family is dysfunctional My mother worked for INS Head person in NOLA-she was co-secretary but she's got her own problems and I'm the 'butt end of everything'., My father stayed w/her 66 yrs-low self esteem/self hatred of himself/his life. Great dad growing up-retired then full blown alcoholic which my mother childlike/crazy/whatever. They enabled/fed off each other. He became violent and hateful/weird and mean. Because I wouldn't give in to my mother and be the buffer anymore, he turned on me. Helped 3 brothers financially but wouldn't help his only dtr-not once! I was so desperate-still am. Before my husband, I barely survived a crazy fiance that put me in physical danger-abused me-mentally, physically, emotionally. He almost killed me 11 times-sent me to hospital. I got away from him. I was independent living on my own totally 100% since age 19. I met him a singles group-church sponsored and dated, then engaged for 2 yrs and he was never crazy. I left my fed job to move away/travel first, the out west to ca. to college, and he started beating me...mentally torturing me to point where I almost cracked! I had to move back to my crazy parents home. My dad was rip roaring drunk one night and attacked me almost killing me w/16 inch carving knife! all because I told my mom that I 'disagreed about something she said"....duh. So i got out of there as quickly as I could. I saved my little money up bought a 2nd hand car, got my own apt. I'd gone to group abused women's group therapy and individual one on one therapy. My therapist said I was the most functional person she'd ever met. I went about 4 months and she said, U don't need any more ther apy unless u feel you do. U face what u have to face. sounds like your mother was a child/child like and u were the adult....yeah, I said, pretty much... So I've had to be grown up in many ways at early age. It made me tougher but not mean!
I got reinstated w/federal govt from NOLA area to s. fl. my husband transferred down from NYC to s. fl and that's where we met. He'd been to therapy for what he suffered growing up. We were both older, tempered by life and knew what we wanted.... Now I'm left losing my condo, moving 1/2 way across usa to live w/friends, no job prospects, credit is ruined for 1st time in my entire life! At least I have my federal pension-though small and hlth insurance. I have no one to help me move. I had to seek out temporarily a psychologist just to deal w/everything.
Now, on top of all that, the only 1 of my 3 brothers---I'm only girl from 2 families of boysand NOT Spoiled. tomboy but not prissy or bratty...I don't think so. My only brother Dan that called me the night my husband killed himself-my favorite brother, dropped dead from ht attack in his sleep 07-16-08 and then my father exactly 1 week later 07-23-2008. None of my family-not my mother or other 2 brothers, called me, wrote me by snail mail or emailed me. I got no sympathy cards from anyone of them...only friends, neighbors and colleagues from our federal job.
I am taking things moment by moment. It's very hard when you are functional and had a wonderful relationship of almost 20 yrs. I am 54 y.o. and don't even know if I'll be able to deal with college. I don 't want to 'be taken care of" I hate being w/out my soul mate/b.f. Why does this happen? I will never know...keep me in your thoughts and prayers please. Jesus will show me the way to go and will hold me.
Lord have mercy! I will never give up--not ever!
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