i've just clocked up my 6th ITU visit this year.. ( not counting the HDU and other hospital trips) and have spent quite a bit of time on a ventilator.
well lets just say, the ITU registrars, call me 'sweetie' now.
and i'm having a very very teenage girl meltdown.
is it me, or is having severe asthma like being radioactive... i mean the the only guys who want to talk to me now are in scrubs and brandishing stethoscopes....or worse ABG needles
(and its not nearly as flattering as being chatted up in a bar)
i understand that i will always have more arterial lines than boyfriends, but it seems that as soon as a guy finds out that your in and out hospital like a yo-yo they seem to run in the opposite direction faster than a blue light ambulance. and its quite hard to keep the fact that i average an ITU admission per month a secret.
i mean i know its a lot to deal with and its a lot to ask some one to deal with and its probably not fair to ask some one to deal with it...but i kind of want some one to be okay with the fact that i take more medication than their grandmother and doesnt mind that my wrists are mangled from serial ABG's and arterial lines.
the fact that my health has been a deal breaker for every single relationship i've had is starting to get me a little down, as its either obsessed over, completely ignored, or when it comes to light that my asthma is a little more than a blue inhaler (like 20 tablets a day 5 different kinds of inhaler, need a ventilator kind of asthma) they run in the opposite direction as fast as they can.
i suppose its also the fact that i cant live like every other 18 year old, as you cant exactly go out clubbing and puff away on your bricanyl/ventolin, i'm also often cyanotic of a night time and take theophylline so i cant drink alcohol.
anyway apologies for the waffling
so how does your other half deal with you 'not being well' and how did you survive the teenage years?