Why is it the only time we can bring ourselves to talk about mental health issues out in the open is after a celebrity suicide?
I’ve had a few instances now where I’ve really lost patience with healthcare staff as of late. As have other friends with their situations. It’s a growing trend that needs to be addressed. Some of these support staff are anything but.
I haven’t posted a personal update in a minute. Part of it is because I’m extremely worn & frustrated & I don’t want that to bleed out and be perceived as whiny. I know it couldn’t be farther from the truth & it’s not, but still this is what my head tells me sometimes.
Even though I constantly tell other friends with transplants who feel similarly that they are doing anything but.
While rather lengthy this update encapsulates a few months of frustrating experiences which I felt important to share with others.
I signed on to be a beta tester for this device a few weeks ago, maybe it’s a month or more now. (Things have been kind of a whirlwind). I was excited when I received the package with the Myspiroo because it’s a smart phone spirometer, which I have been hoping for even before I was transplanted.
I was just talking to some transplant recipients down here this weekend at the Gift of Life Family House where I stayed after this hospitalization & realized I hadn’t posted an update to my blog in awhile.
Last night, I celebrated my one year transplant anniversary. At that time in 2016, I was coming off the ventilator & breathing my first new breaths on my own.
I still remember those moments. Still remember crying when my surgeon showed me my first x-ray of my lungs.