This has been the crappiest month EVER.
Necrotizing pancreatitis is the nastiest, most horrific disease EVER.
I would rather go through a family member having a heart attack or cancer (and yes, I've gone through both) than this.
Being told that my husband has a 5% chance of survival if they don't cut him open and another 1-2% chance if they do.... worst moment of my life.
A month later, he's talking, he's starting physio, he's on the road to recovery. Now I get to fall apart... not by choice, but hey.. its the way my physiology works.
I am taking a day to *me* today and am feeling incredibly guilty for doing so. It fucking sucks.
Only good note is that I have a doctor who is amazing, and short term disability and/or EI medical is almost guaranteed - just have to wait for it.
I'm so tired.