• jordanlund@lemmy.world
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    24 days ago

    My #1 problem since the heart attacks is the opposite of depression… I simply stopped caring about a lot of things. Nothing really seems important anymore once you wake up in a hospital and are told “Yeah, your heart stopped for 8 seconds…”

    But they don’t have a category for that.

    “Oh, you’re depressed…”

    “No, I’m not, I find it actually kind of freeing not thinking anything is really important anymore…”

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      24 days ago

      A lack of caring is one of the main signs of depression. Depression isn’t so much the sads but a lack of caring/motivation regarding life. That’s why you see depressed people often have sinks of dishes or piles of laundry. It starts with one “fuck it” and gets worse from there. Of course as the pile gets larger then it takes even more motivation to clean and in the meantime every time it grows you’re frustrated with yourself and mentally beat yourself up. You beat yourself up enough it makes you not care about your life, you stop caring if drivers see you when you cross the street, you daydream about being in an accident on the way to work/shool. Etc until you get help/better or suicide (likely fail) and then get help/better.

      This is different from not caring about the little annoyances in life.

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      24 days ago

      This sounds very similar to the quote in The Hurt Locker

      Paraphrasing horribly: “I either diffuse the bomb or it’s not my problem anymore.”

      It’s a very interesting take on life.

      My uncle who recently had a mild stroke actually has stopped giving fucks.

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        24 days ago

        I should clarify, I haven’t stopped caring in general, just about things that I would have cared about previously.

        It’s actually incredibly liberating, but it’s driving my wife crazy. She’ll absolutely explode over something and my reaction is “So? Is it really THAT important? No? Let it go then.”

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          23 days ago

          It was more the lab than the doctor but point taken. In a more perfect world I would do so, but this doesn’t even make the top 10 in terms of medical issues for me. The test served the purpose of finally getting an OSA diagnosis. Now it’s up to Dr. Beancounter, MBA to decide whether I get a CPAP machine or not. St. Luigi willing, there’s no shenanigans to navigate.