The third day after you’d passed away I finally threw in the towel and just gave in to my emotions and total exhaustion hit. I remember telling my husband that he needed to take me to the clinic and I would call him when I was ready to go. I approached the admitting desk and politely told the receptionist that I couldn’t leave until I could see my doctor. I had nothing left emotionally or physically. I was so exhausted and wiped out I was unable to make any decisions about the upcoming funeral. I had no idea how difficult a funeral could be. Not any clue whatsover. I was spent. Tired. Hungry. Dehydrated. Probably other problems as well. Does anyone know if you can cause dehydration from crying? I did manage to get a prescription to calm me down enough to weather the storm and make the necessary decisions. Four years later I still take those pills to take the sharp edge off the pain. I’m not too proud to say I needed help. I still need it.
