Gutting realizations

For those of us cursed & sick, we realize the distance of family & friends very quickly. Today I find someone who I helped in past years (before kids & marriage came into play-again) to the safety & detriment of my myself-including hundreds of dollars-that some people have the unique gift of 'growing up', having family, & getting the leisure of forgetting those along the way-kids, marriage, etc that people like me don't have. It's a smashing of heart realization that many, even family, leave you behind to protect their new family. I get it, but I don't. I didn't chose this-I'd give anything to be behind that white picket fence, but that's not in the cards for someone like me. So I suffer-through this move, weeks without drs or help, & face the pain alone, while others home life sleeps in peace & without chance. They slumber & dream while I lie awake, screaming to no one in particular in agonizing pain. What a difference 6 years makes.

 

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My independence days

When you become a professional sick person, you give up loads of things you wouldn't have ever thought an issue. Holding open a book. Needing fresh sheets but not wanting to bother your caregivers. Not being able to cook. Not being able to pick up your nephew.

I recently watched the movie Drive through Netflix streaming. It woke something up inside that I have missed so much. From the moment I could drive the car & endless roads out by our local lake became my refuge. I'd go & sit in my special scenic spots with my now forbidden diet cokes & listen to music, write, take pics, etc. Driving was freedom. I spent hours upon hours driving & finding meanings to life ;)

Watching that movie that excitement of the journey hit me hard. The title song Nightcall would be a perfect example of a song I'd listen to nonstop if I could. The dark, French electro-pop with shadows would last me miles around the beautiful huge lake I spent so much time around. I miss that independence-that lake-that magical marriage of the perfect music & the perfect drive.

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Tangled up layers of a person

It is hard to know when I see myself which parts have been there all along, which are just coming out, & which are just the way my persona & body & soul are coping. I wrote this earlier tonight, as the house was getting ready to be shown to sell. Me behind the filth, the perceived anger, the not included in decision making then when I get 'angry' what you see. Me behind the 'how can you live like this?' me behind the purposeful lives of my siblings & their families. Me behind the failure. The pain. The searching. The lost. The forgone conclusion.

 

Day 25-memory from another view-#HAWMC/WEGO health

The girl sits on the bed-naked-as any clothing that touches her skin feels like an attack of needles. She has an ice pack propped up on a pillow placed carefully so it covers two inflamed areas on her lower back of the spinal shots from earlier that day. Her left sciatic nerve starting in her back & radiating down the back of her leg & the top & bottom of her foot feels as though an electric prod combined with a vice is irritating the nerve constantly. It never lets up. Her left hip is so tender to the touch she hasn't slept on it-hasn't even leaned over on it-for the past 7 years. She tries to watch tv to take her focus off of the pain yet can't focus. She switches to Netflix on her iPad, trying in vain to find anything that can help focus her damaged brain's pain center elsewhere. After starting & stopping at least 3 different movies she finally settles on one. Tears start falling onto the screen. Beside her the bed softly indents as her house rabbit, Chai, as carefully as she can jumps up on the bed. Chai starts licking the sheets which in bunny means 'deep affection'. She puts her front paws up on the girl's left shoulder & touches noses with her. She barely licks her arm, but as it feels like acid she stops & hops around in front & licks the bedspread, pillows, & any clothing on the bed. As she examines the girl one last time she gives final licks & slowly jumps off the bed, flops down next to one of her stuffed rabbit friends as the girl smiles.