I had a close call tonight and now I have three lines by my wrist my doctor needs to never screw up like this again.
She wrote two of my prescriptions for the wrong date and my anti-depressants for 2010 so I haven't had them for a while and then she wasn't there for a couple weeks. I finally got them today.
Now I have my aunts funeral to go to today.
The good news is the lines on my wrist are bothering me so that should help avoid a repeat. Each line was closer to a vein and I lost my nerve after the third cut. I took a picture because it is bothering me so much and they are really noticeable.
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It's so hard not to write
It's so hard not to write something trite here... so please don't take a lack of responses as people not caring. All I can offer is that my thoughts and prayers are hopefully joined by many that you find enough strength or something to cherish enough to keep you from despair. Life may be nasty, cold, brutish, and short... but any joyous moment or tiniest smile in between need to be noticed and held as shields against the rest.
Sorry. There's that trite thing I mentioned.
Hugs and Blessings,
Stacy