I have never felt so dark as I have the past few days. The pain just feels never-ending. I don’t feel like there are any bright spots anymore. The tears keep falling. I know this is a temporary state, but damn, it’s no fun to go through.
I try so hard to be stoic all the time. I try to pretend I have this. It’s no problem for me to lie in bed all day every day and play on the computer. But it’s a huge problem. People don’t realize, I think, that when everyone on Facebook decides to have a shitty day, I don’t get to go outside and find other people to talk to. I’m stuck with what I’ve got.
I’m trying not to turn this into an ‘everybody is being mean to me’ because that is certainly not the case. I know I’m very sensitive right now, probably not safe for human consumption, and feeling very left behind, and I have no way of communicating this without feeling like I’m whining, because I’m in too much pain to do anything but whine.
I feel like my soul is being slowly ripped from my body. I just want this to end.
I was thinking yesterday, I would love to just have a day off. To just hand over my pain for a day. But whom would I burden with that? Oh, you know my first choice. Someone who needs to make decisions on health care reform. But is there someone else who needs to know what this is like? I couldn’t even do this to my ex-husband. I don’t particularly hate him, but sometimes, you know, I think he was kind of clueless.
My good friend is chronically ill. She’s lovely. She always says this thing, though, that interests me. When she’s talking about her pain she says, “but it’s nothing as bad as yours.”. She’s not the only one who does this. It’s so interesting to me because to me, pain is so individual. It may be that I’m a big wimp 😀. It’s almost not how much pain hurts, but how much it disables you.
My husband just interrupted me for a conversation. He is home today because he had a sleep study done last night. When he originally booked it, he thought it was the Family Day long weekend. I’m vaping as I blog, so I’m feeling better as I go. I’ve spilled my guts to him, and we’ve decided to cancel my dentist appointment for this afternoon. They are so darn good to me. They allow me to cancel and fit me in when they can. The weather is terrible. Snow and ice. I can’t get over the snow banks on a good day, but the ice? We have to try again. I really need a new bite guard.
So, my husband thinks I should medicate myself as much as I am allowed. Then take a warm bath. He will ensure I’m okay, and I don’t stop breathing. I mean, I’m not taking the same things as Michelle McNamara, but Patton Oswalt pulls at the heartstrings, ya know?
Our neighbour’s young daughter knocked on the door this morning to say ‘hi’. She informed my husband her father was at work and her mummy was at work. My husband told her he was at work (liar!) because sometimes they let him work from home, and our children were at school because it was Monday. Her eyes got big and expression was surprised. “Monday!” She repeated. He heard her grandmother start to frantically start to call for her two doors down, “Grandma, I’m visiting my friends!” She called back as she scrambled down the stairs.
Husband came up and began to tell me the story. We heard frantic banging against the door, as if someone were throwing their whole body against it. “Goodbye!” She called as he opened the door, “Grandma’s taking me to school!” As she flew down the steps and down the walk.
He also reminded me that it’s February and Valentine’s day is coming up. This may explain the rash of sudden expressions of love (or whatever) and some of the grouchiness. I can totally get that! Whether it’s being just sick of winter in general, or hating Valentine’s day, whether in or out of a relationship, February is a tough month.
Sometimes it is straight out hostility. It’s so funny, too, what people perceive about your life. I know I’ve lost at least one close friendship over jealousy of my relationship. It is incredibly sad, because I just figured it out recently. If this woman could only see my life now! I guess it seems great on paper, doting husband, two kids (who happen to be awesome), good drugs, lie around all day, play with makeup… but where does the horrible isolation fit in? The feeling everything you say is completely stupid and pitied? The aching in every part of your body every day, including your pubic bone? Doctors constantly questioning your mental state…are you depressed? You seem depressed. Of course I’m depressed you fucking nitwit! But this is temporary. This dark mood. They come and go.
Stay in the light, my mutant collagen cousins! 😘