Welcome back and hoping for your speedy recovery. If I were you, I would’ve snuck out that comfy hospital bed.
Welcome back~ And I thought most people would missed their bed once they were discharged from the hospital..
I guess the one good thing about your prior hospitalization is that you can just read as much as you want! All jokes aside, congrats on the operation, hope you’re doing well now
I won’t deny that suicide hadn’t crossed my mind. I had some pretty dark periods. Thankfully family helped me through those situations. Do not let yourself think that just because it feels like all hope is lost, that others think the same. Money for me was certainly an issue but my mother managed to put me on her company’s health insurance policy family attachment thing. I am 25 years old and the cut off point for that is 26. I don’t really understand how it works out but it ended up working out. I realize I’m lucky and not everyone will have the exact same luck as me. I don’t know who you are exactly but I do not doubt for a second that there are people who you can turn to in a time of financial, emotional, and physical need and do not hesitate to ask for help. There is no shame in doing so. The moment you let depression really bring you to a point to harm yourself is when you let yourself down and you let the people who care for you down. If you think they can’t help you, then seek out a professional. But despite me saying that, the people you care about and care for you will help you where they can. It is just a matter of letting yourself open up emotionally. Basically when I left the hospital, I was given multiple different medications for different purposes. I’d list them out but I can’t really do that for the sole reason being I’m both lazy and I’m not that smart. In any case, it is six of them that are most important. Because I had autoimmune hepatitis, my immune system was attacking my liver and scarring it over time. Now that I have a new liver, even if I didn’t have autoimmune hepatitis, the immune system would attack my liver anyways since it wasn’t he original organ in my body, this would be the same for not just every liver transplant patient, but every transplant patient to my knowledge. So we are given some drugs which inhibit the rejection process. We have to take these meds for life. So essentially for me it was like I was already having a foreign liver in my body and if the autoimmune hepatitis was discovered early enough I could have just been taking immune suppression drugs to keep me floating. My liver was just fucked up to the point where it couldn’t keep my body alive for much longer. So to answer your question, I just basically have to take my anti rejection medication constantly for the rest of my life. Oh boy oh boy. Better than dying, right?
Too much pain to do that in the hospital, still hurts like hell at home but I’ve got pain killers for that. Been prescribed a mix of Oxycodone and acetaminophen (Tylenol) to keep the pain at bay. Besides even if I wanted to, I would have to stay in a flashy hospital gown with a facial mask on, not gonna give people a free show.