Hiya Bobby, I can't imagine what you are experiencing. I never will. You are most fortunate to have Pete, but I'm sure that you know already. I would normally suggest that you contact your doctor, about the depression and a local CIL, but if I remember... you are presently a member of your local CIL. What I can offer you is support when ever you email or are in need of someone to talk with. I'm a great listener. Make sure that your Primary Doctor is aware of your physical and mental issues...... Best Wishes In a message dated 5/16/2012 9:57:59 P.M. Central Daylight Time, [email protected] writes:
Everybody, I use to have a few friends how were quads, about 5 near me. We could talk to each other good or bad ~ we were there for each other. Today all have either moved away or died. Dose anybody have any ideas as to how I can find another quad friend? I REALLY need to talk to a fellow quad, and soon. I just can't stop crying. I've been stuck in bed since February and am now starting to get up, but as strange as it may sound, I find it easier to stay in bed … I get into a routine. But once I start getting up it's in drubs and drabs. When I'm up and the weather is nice, I see everyday normal people doing all the things I can't. Or hearing about where they've been or where there going to be doing. I can't make plans. Every time I make plans for the near future, the rug can be pulled out from under me at a movements notice because of a goddam sore on my butt that is super fiscal but enough to ground me. I can only ride in my van once a week because the bumps in the road cause irritation on my butt. I use to drive but now I can't … same reason as I just mentioned. Pete is doing more and I'm doing less. I'm just existing, not LIVING. I want to die! Bobbie Sent from my iPad
