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I have pnuemonia still, and it is really beginning to drag me down. My grandpa died from it so of course I am paranoid. I want to cry because I am sick of being sick. I want to be bubbly and back to myself but with pnuemonia that obviously takes a good amount of time. It is making me sad and think "I don't want to die of this, my whole family would be torn apart if i died from pnuemonia". I just feel down and I cant seem to put a positive thought in my head. I will be fine once I am better, but until then I feel sad and mopey.
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Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn's rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there, I did not die. R.I.P. Bandit 7-12-08 I love you I miss you. |
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(((((((((BalishBun))))))))))))
Aww. ![]()
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well i wish I could sleep and sleep to get better as I know you are supposed to get a lot of rest, but when you have a hard time sleeping that makes it difficult. I suppose watching tv... But after awhile that gets boring. I don't know how i managed to clean my room the other day as sick as i was, but somehow i did. Right now (fri) i am working a night shift 11-7, and at least i have a computer and PC right?
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Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn's rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there, I did not die. R.I.P. Bandit 7-12-08 I love you I miss you. |
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You know, Im so out of it Ive probably started two or three topics about being sick and i cant even remember.
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Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn's rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there, I did not die. R.I.P. Bandit 7-12-08 I love you I miss you. |
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its ok... ive done that... sometimes you just have that much in you that needs to get out and the threads i read will trigger a new thought (or an old one) and somehow, Pc gives me the place to put it....
hang in there Bali.. |
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Update: I am getting a little better everyday, BUT my antibiotics just gave me a yeast infection! DARN of its not one thing its another sheesh. And I seem to think Im having palpitations but i cant figure out if i actually am or if its just my anxiety poking at me again.
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Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn's rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there, I did not die. R.I.P. Bandit 7-12-08 I love you I miss you. |
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((((((((BalishBun))))))))
BalishBun, sorry I never noticed this thread sooner. Sooner to hear you've got pneumonia, hope you start to feel better soon. ![]() ![]() |
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thank-you, its a pain in the toosh!
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Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn's rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there, I did not die. R.I.P. Bandit 7-12-08 I love you I miss you. |
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