Banquet

Do you think I might be able to sit in on your banquet? It looks so wonderful and I would so much love to talk to grandma and grandpa, I so much want to meet your father. I want to love and hold my wonderful mother again. I want to see my brother-in-law who was more than a friend how much I love him. Please? I promise I won’t be in the way and I’ll keep quiet. I don’t need a chair; I’ll just walk around the table and talk to my precious family. Please? You won’t even know I’m here.
He looked at him with the love he had forgotten and said,

“Darrel, this banquet is in your honor, son!”
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What To Do?

Gotta question for ya. When I started this blog it was with the intention of educating both those who suffer from depression and their loved ones.

There are so many people out there that are just like me. They are searching desperately for some solution to the mental anguish they go thru every single day of their lives.

I am by no means and expert on depression but I do know something about it and I planned to do a lot of research and present my findings in layman’s terms. (I used to try to wade into ‘doctor’s speak’ and just wound up discouraged.)

My wife, however, told me that no one is interested in reading something they can get on the internet and within five minutes have all the information they need.

I did sort of an unofficial survey to see what my readers’ would prefer. One reader said (in a very nice way) that my blog looked like spam. So I switched to writing about my own experiences and the response seemed very promising.

Now I feel like I’m stuck whining about my depression and hospital stays instead of helping others.

What a conundrum; whine or do something constructive?

What do you think? How can I best help others? That’s my ultimate goal.

Whine about my problems or try to help others with theirs?

In Cold Blood

They froze my blood by mistake!

My doctor’s office called this morning to tell me I needed to come back in and give more blood. I thought nothing of it and just took two hours out of my day to go and give more blood.

What the heck! If your doctor says he needs or wants something you just assume he has a very good reason for asking.

It was the lab technician that let the cat out of the bag. When she was prepping my arm to draw my blood she apologized for putting half my last sample in the freezer instead of the refrigerator.

She did say, however, that they were able to get my Lithium and vitamin D levels.
“You’re not even taking Lithium at all are you? Your levels are so low they barely register.”

“No. I’ve been waiting for my blood tests to be sent to my psych,” I said thru clenched teeth.

“I’m sorry. It will only be a few more days,” she returned.

So here I sit. The hospital won’t send my records and my doctor freezes my blood, while I get crazier by the moment.

That’s all I have to say for now.