So picking up where we left off last time, I was starting to feel better, I was beginning to venture outside of the house, and I was starting to hang out with other people in person, rather than just online. Which was great, except for the fact that whenever I start to have a good period like this, I always get
AMNESIA: I get it in both directions. When I start to feel good, I immediately forget how long I was sick and in pain, and catapult myself back into life at an insane level of intensity and activity. And likewise, when I start to feel sick again, I forget that there was ever a time when I wasn’t miserable and in pain, and then plummet down to the abyss of hopelessness and despair. (See Also: All-Or-Nothing). And then add to this my
BI-POLAR: issues, and you have the perfect recipe for crazy, which is not completely my fault. It’s really hard to pace myself when I feel well, because there are so many things I want to do, and I don’t have any idea of the length of time in which I’ll be able to do them. And I don’t know where the edges of my
BOUNDARIES: are until I bump up against them. So I just have to try things and then see what happens and what affect it has on me. It’s very messy. (See Also: FLAILING AROUND). And I hate messy. And on top of that, we’ve been experiencing an inordinate amount of
DISASTERS: here in our neighborhood over the past 2 1/2 months. Beginning with this:
What you are seeing here is the root ball of a 100-ft tall oak tree from the yard of our neighbors across the street that one day, with no provocation whatsoever, fell across the road and crashed through every line and cable and whatever else was in its path. Fortunately it did not fall on anyone, nor did it fall on anyone’s house. But it did take out the power in a spectacularly catastrophic fashion, which is always a major problem for me, because I am on a
CPAP: machine, and in order to run it at night I need constant
ELECTRICITY: which we were told would not be repaired until sometime around 4 am (It was about 4 pm when the tree fell down.) So, while casting envious glances at our neighbors who own their own
GENERATOR: we were forced to go check into a
HOTEL: at 11:30pm that night so that I could sleep. It would have been sooner, but my husband insisted on waiting, because he fully expected the power to come back on “any minute now”. That lasted until about 11pm, by which time I was so stressed out about the situation that he said, “You go and take a Xanax. I’ll go and talk to Georgia Power, and see if they have an estimate for when the electricity will come back on. That’s when we got the “4 am” news. And as a matter of fact, when we got back
HOME: at about 6:45am the next morning, they were STILL there, working on part of the lines. And actually, this was the first in a series of events that began to
SNOWBALL: until the snowball gained enough momentum to turn into an avalanche, which we are all (there are more characters involved as the story progresses) still trying to dig ourselves out of.
Christine Myers says
Nice to see you feeling better! Thank you for continuing on in your own rythym, because it shows a fellow fibro sister that it’s okay not to keep up with the blogging Joneses.
Also, that amnesia is a bear, huh? Yo-yo-ing is hard for those of us who like routine and consistency.