Grieving the soon to be lost

Think about someone or something you use & love & depend on. For some a trusted hairdresser. I know people who have had longer relationships with the people who cut their hair than marriages. For some a beloved store-records, organic food, bookstore, etc. Maybe a great boss-a co-worker who goes above & beyond-an assistant. Your favorite waitress or coffee shop server-they give you a little extra topping or French fries. A company you work closely with maybe-you feel your business couldn't last without them. Now imagine losing them. They move, retire, get a new job...for whatever reason they're gone-or you are. For me, preparing to lose my doctors here feels like a death. Yes I know I might get better doctors, help, etc. I don't care. For 5 years my health & life have been in the hands of people who really cared on a deeper level than just a dr. They went the extra mile-trusted my opinions-listened to my ideas & loved that I really knew & listened to my own body & respected that. As I'm to call a pain center in Little Rock & try to see if they will take my bizarre puzzled case on tomorrow, I grieve. I can't imagine starting over. Again. From scratch. The 5 year 5 inch medical file relationship is almost over. It's like saying 'there's other fish in the sea'...yes maybe, but wow, that magically doesn't stop the pain. For me this is like a marriage ending. A part of me dying. Getting back on the dreaded merry-go-round doctor hunt. Is it worth it? Right now, deep in my heart all I feel is a resounding no.

 

A day in pics

Sometimes I just don't have much to say-anything of value to offer. One great piece of news: after fighting with/explaining/jumping through the hoops over & over, my student loans & the company that has them after a 3 year battle finally accepted my disability federal judge claim & forgave the debt. I hate not paying back what I owe, but there's no way since I can't work. We're thrilled but I feel guilty at the same time. Today 3 years ago my first house rabbit, Amsterdam, died, & Chai bunny came bounding into my life a few months later. Here she is playing in the spare room...& not chewing the cord. ; )

 

 

TMI Tuesdays-WEGO Health-behind the curtain

Many of you know the basics of fibromyalgia. The pain, merry-go-round doctors, trial & error medications, etc. all of that is a huge part, but even for all my openness & knowledge is power, there are a few things that only my parents know. There are things so humbling & humiliating that I keep most of them to myself. One of those things is the lack of personal hygiene. Often times taking a shower, even with the little plastic stool I use as a safety precaution & the fact that I can't stand for more than about 3 minutes at a time-even sitting down showering is exhausting. Many days can & do go by when I can't shower or bathe, & it's a crushing weight to one's self-esteem. To not be able to jump in the shower is a luxury I used to take granted-or a soothing bath. Things like this that go unsaid make me want to curl up & hide.

 

Housebound holidays

So often being a sick housebound person feels really tough when everyone is at the beach, at a cookout, or at a holiday party. Granted the holiday is about the men & women who serve with honor & bravery to keep us safe-& yet we all take advantage of the awesome sales & South Park marathons. Obviously we can balance both-but being stuck at home feels like any other day. I decided to treat myself a bit, & got 7 Nordic crime ebooks discounted hugely today. I let myself relax more & enjoy marathons, & try not to feel guilty that I'm not able to work or do the things most normal people do. I also really let the thought sink in that I could be a sick person stuck in another country where I have no rights-access to medical care or help. The thought of living my life without the huge advantages I have could be a much worse life.

 

Hands keep the fear away

I've always loved horror films, books, etc. A great thriller or race for scary survival & I'm there...but from a young age through my teen years, I would watch with my hands over my face, peeking out between my fingers, knowing if I got too scared I could close that gap & be protected. I still love horror-not just slashers but ghost stories or Jaws or the enemy might be a microbe or robot. I love the bravery. The fight. The willingness of some to sacrifice for others.

 

Now, having had severe stress dreams for the past 5 years, funnily enough they aren't your typical horror, but scare me so much more. I'm abandoned. I lose my pets or can't find food for them as they die in front of me. I'm back trying to work while the boss is ganging up on me because I can't pull my weight. I wake up exhausted, & honestly I hate to go to sleep. When you dream such vivid things you make yourself stay awake sometimes, terrified to go back to bed. This stems from lack of control-the stress felt when you can't choose anything anymore. I so often wish I could just sleep with my fingers across my brain, & keep the terror from entering my soul.

 

Feel good Friday-retraining the cogs

I've talked often about this upcoming move. Every fiber of my being says disaster yet I have no choice. Losing my doctors at this critical juncture is too much for me to stand. Yesterday, as my parents were packing, they found & brought down a gorgeous batik bedspread from our time in Indonesia. As the house they bought has a small workshop in the backyard-that will become my home. There's no bathroom or closets, but I've been trying to refocus on the fun I can have semi-on my own again. As I was offered that bedspread, I realized it's not necessarily what I would chose but rather after a few hours of it spread out on the bed in front of me, it started choosing me. Showing me a glimmer of hope of a few things. Nothing will be fixed physically, I am not to be a miracle healed, but I can spread out all my boxed up vinyl records, & life, & at least listen to my records at full blast as the pain washes over me.

 

Yawwwwn

Ever since the spinal tap I've been exhausted. Way, way, way more than the normal me exhausted. I got shots in my pinched nerve & sciatic nerve Monday. I've been sleeping at least 19 hours a day since. Amazing how your body reacts to various things & I guess how my body is trying to protect me from myself. I slept all night on & off the recommended heating pad (usually it's ice down my pants but dr. T said heat this time around) & didn't take my last pain dose as I fell asleep. Waking up moments ago, all my mistakes arrive knocking at my door. Pill? Taken. Sat up & hunched over & stretching? Doing. Cold club soda out of the 2 liter? Gurgling & making that fun bubbly sound. Chai bunny is at my feet happily munching on a treat & very happy I'm awake. I sat up in bed gingerly yesterday & ended up indeed protecting the new shot sites yet forgot & twisted or wratched the spinal tap site. My face & lips are swollen from meds & the steroids in the shots, & my hair looks like really bad uncute bed hair. When I feel guilty that I can't work, help people, you know, be a productive human being, I try to remember days like this.