Earlier this year, my FIL had cardiac surgery. He's fine now and completely recovered from the surgery, but balancing all the new meds is, well, a balancing act.
Settling into the new reality can be a pain in the a**. Even very slight changes can feel like crippling disabilities to someone so used to enjoying fine health. My FIL is definitely not one to bemoan his condition and will be the first to count his blessings, but I know it is bewildering and insanely frustrating to him for things to not be what they used to be. And to not know why or to not have a name to describe this new condition? We all still see ourselves as the 20-somethings we once were (thank goodness!) but the reality is that we're not. And when doctors can't provide a rationale for why things aren't working they way they once did, well, that's hard for the brain to wrap around. They should be able to name it, diagnose it, not just throw more medications at it. WHAT IS IT?!? Yes, this pill may make me feel better, but what is wrong with me? Why don't I feel right in the first place? What is going on???!?!
Why is it that the act of naming something gives one a sense of authority over it, a sense of control?
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