I read that isolation and loneliness contribute to depression and that isolation and depression contribute to dementia. In any case, isolation isn't fun.
I'm home alone all day. Keith comes home, and then, leaves again as soon as possible. Today, he went to Home Depot, and then R'dale to do some work. The work does need to be done. AND he probably doesn't want to be with me when I am miserable. I do not blame him. I am miserable when I'm miserable.
I am also lonely.
And no one can come visit. And really, no one can call. Scott called this morning to be supportive, and I was in so much pain I couldn't concentrate or make good conversation or even be a good listener. I am stuck. Alone.
I can read blog posts or Cowbird stories, theoretically, or send emails, or go on facebook, but most of the day, I was in too much pain to sit and read or type.
2 comments:
How very sad Mary. I cannot imagine what the pain is like. And as for feeling isolated, that must feel awful.
Thanks, John!!! :-D
The pain was so bad earlier this morning that I considered going to the emergency room and begging for Morphine.
When the pain is acute, I don't really want to see anyone.
(I think about suicide).
But as the pain lessens, then I feel lonely. I'm glad to have some human contact, even over the internet.
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