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Post by babclayman on Mar 5, 2013 10:38:34 GMT -5
Seriously!? You had a Heart Attack!? o.o
Mind if I ask, how your family makes income then? Husband got high paying job?
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Post by Belchic on Mar 5, 2013 11:53:00 GMT -5
Oh my Lord! A heart attack! That's something I've been fearing I might get for a long time, especially now since I lost my old job, I haven't been exercising as regularly and have somehow gained an eating disorder. But this is still shocking that it happened to one of our members. First Nemo gets a seizure, then Trey gets some kind of heart problem, and now this.
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Post by Cruella on Mar 8, 2013 6:19:23 GMT -5
Belchic, this was back in mid 2011. I've since recovered well, all things considered. I'm actually somewhat grateful it happened, in my case, because I was very stressed and probably needed sort of a forced vacation.
As for income, it's a long story.
At the time of my heart attack, my husband was working. He took off to take care of me, and I got pregnant with twins. I thought I could manage more than I could. My sister then broke her arms and wanted me to do everything for her when I wasn't doing well myself. And her arms weren't as bad off as she claimed. There was a point where she ran to the neighbors and screamed that she wanted their food because I wasn't making food fast enough for her, making a mess of their kitchen before yelling that they didn't have anything she wanted. She is a whiny person who makes me look good. The saying is that all the motherly genes skipped our mother and went to me, and all the stealth genes skipped my sister and went to her daughter.
Eventually, I collapsed on my bed and was unable to get up because I was too ill to keep up with everything. In response, my husband again took off work and dedicated himself to taking care of me. He told my sister to leave if she was going to yell and shriek for attention every day, so she left. Had it been me saying that, she'd have fought me.
Meanwhile, I continued trying to work and help my husband take care of the kids, my sister's kids included. But before it was officially autumn, I had to resign from work. I was only slowing down my recovery.
I continued to get sick, and there wasn't much that could be done while I was pregnant. My heart needed partial reconstruction and that had to wait. A lot of people told me I shouldn't be pregnant, but I wanted those babies. Go figure that this was when Twilight: Breaking Dawn Part 1 came out. I felt like Bella, although my husband was more supportive of my decision than Edward was of hers.
The babies were born three days after my own January birthday, in 2012. They were healthy, albeit early (but not dangerously early), and I made it through surgeries and treatments fine. But by the time we were all back home from over a month of hospital, my husband was under stress at his place of employment for taking off so much, and he opted for a better job offer in Ontario. He is a dual citizen of Canada and the United States by birth. I am not. I tried to immigrate, but was rejected due to being disabled and mentally ill. We then lived on the border of the states and Canada.
"Better" in regards to my husband's jobs was a relative term. He'd worked in finance before, but now he was a CFO and financial adviser of large projects, replacing a person who died and another person who was fired for fraud, doing the work of two people (and probably more), and he hated it. It made good money, but people were constantly yelling at him and threatening him because of things that had nothing to do with him. He's a sensitive person and started overdosing on his antidepressants, and when he realized he was doing that, he went off his medicine cold turkey and, basically, he broke down in misery and self-loathing. I tried to help, but he was often in a worthlessness funk and didn't want to be around me then, because he thought he wasn't worthy of me and nonsense like that.
So he left those jobs over this winter.
Now we're back in the southern states, borrowing a home, and honestly, we're waiting for my niece's next birthday. This date is in less than a month's time from now. On my niece's upcoming birthday, she'll become an adult and inherit my late mother's entire inheritance. We're hoping she'll help us out. I did raise her. I can't figure out if she likes me for the life of me, but I did raise her more than anyone else in the family did and that's got to count for something.
For now, we're getting by with what we have. I'm supposed to start work again in ten days. I'm pregnant and unwell again, unwell in different ways now, so this isn't the best timing, but I've given my word and I've got to try.
I think my husband wants to be a stay-at-home dad and feels guilty about it. I loooooooove him, I hope that's possible for us. Corporate jobs aren't good for him, anyway. They get him depressed and talking about wanting to run away into the mountains forever.
But I'm not doing well, either, so this is dumb. I'll do my best, but any number of things could go wrong and we really need the inheritance. Asking the government to help wouldn't go over well; the government doesn't take kindly to disabled parents.
Right now, I'm going bonkers trying to get to sleep and I can't believe I'll be working in ten days when I'm such a wreck right now.
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Post by Cruella on Mar 10, 2013 10:42:44 GMT -5
Aaaaand I'm doing a lot better for now, knock on wood!
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Post by Belchic on Mar 10, 2013 12:46:08 GMT -5
Lets hope so...
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Post by babclayman on Mar 10, 2013 13:05:39 GMT -5
Ooooh, Seems like a serious situation. =s
Have any of you considered working from home? I think there are some jobs that allow that. I also hope your Niece is able to help you out.
You really do need support at a time like this.
Have you been to the Doctor about these pains though? =s
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Post by Cruella on Apr 13, 2013 10:56:21 GMT -5
I'm doing A LOT better now. I'm working two jobs, one of them from home, and my health is considerably better. My niece came to her inheritance on her birthday, a week and a day ago, and this Wednesday granted me enough of a portion that I have a lot less worries now.
I'm a lot more healthy altogether, and I have insurance again! My husband is doing better, too. Him being a stay-at-home dad works very well.
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Post by Cruella on Aug 16, 2013 16:35:12 GMT -5
And I'm back to being stressed, worried about losing everything, worried the way we've got it won't last.
Ugh, we need security.
I'm seeing a therapist and psychiatrist, and they're useless. They think I can just snap my fingers and make things happen. I hope my kids never stress out like I do.
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Post by Stirfry on Aug 16, 2013 16:51:19 GMT -5
And I'm back to being stressed, worried about losing everything, worried the way we've got it won't last. Ugh, we need security. I'm seeing a therapist and psychiatrist, and they're useless. They think I can just snap my fingers and make things happen. I hope my kids never stress out like I do. I have the same stresses. And I live with my parents! but I say good to see you back here. Good luck with your life. I am sure you'll be fine. Strangely the universe always seems to work things out. It's just hard work sometimes.
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Post by Cruella on Dec 20, 2013 15:05:59 GMT -5
I'm doing okay. I can support myself and my family if I pull together enough resources. I'm just sad because my long-time best friend (since childhood!) is no longer my friend.
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