Hello,
I'm not entirely sure where to put this, but as it is at least tangentially related to mood, I settled on here.
I've been ill for the past month. Numerous physical ailments occurred simultaneously (adult-onset asthma, severe allergies, infection.) I have been on three different antibiotics (finally, I think the last one worked, although it has caused some unpleasant side-effects), a steroid inhaler, and two courses of prednisone. I have had a low-grade fever for three weeks, and I am very tired, which I believe is due to the asthma. I get sick frequently. Generally, I get odd, and sometimes almost unheard of infections (the last bizarre one was mastoiditis, which required hospitalization. The one before that was some kind of rare eye infection which left scarring on my left eye.) Apparently, nothing is really wrong with me, but I have a propensity to contract these infections about every 6 months. I take good care of myself; I eat well, I don't smoke, drink, or do drugs. I exercise. I don't know what else to do to avoid getting these illnesses.
Anyway, my problem is that this time, I feel like I just "gave in." I didn't fight feeling sick. It was like I had no energy to combat the illness and I think I got sicker than I usually get because I couldn't fight back. I didn't go to work for almost 3 weeks. My cognitive function was impaired, to the point that I got into a minor car accident due to just not thinking. I still don't feel "normal." I have to get a head CT tomorrow to make sure I don't have mastoiditis again. And more blood work. Ultimately, I am feeling like I should have handled this much better. Why did I let feeling sick take over my life? I'm used enough to feeling ill. It has never killed my spirit as much as it did this time. I feel like a quitter, and that is unacceptable.
Do any of you suffer from physical illnesses as well as mental illnesses? What is your strategy? I need to develop a plan of action so that this doesn't happen again. I will get sick again, that's a given, but I can't let it control my life. I don't have the resources to languish in bed. I have bills to pay. I need to be able to get back to painting and writing. I feel like I'm missing something, like there must be an obvious reason I just capitulated this time. I am nervous that this is indicative of an impending mood episode. Any thoughts or advice would be appreciated. Sorry for the lack of concision.