When some friends found out of my diagnosis, they tried to have me get off all my medications. I guess they did not believe I needed them. Perhaps they did not want to admit to themselves that I, a friend of theirs, have a MI. I do not know. When a close friend and his mother found out about my dx, they started treating me as though I am no longer capable of managing my life. His mother would lecture me on eating healthy and even go so far as to telling me how to make a salad. At this point my eyes would roll up and I would just let what she was saying go in one ear and out the other. There are those that tell me what do I have to be depressed about. When asked about what I do for work, I tell them I am retired. I do not want to explain to them that I am on disability due to my mood swings.
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