Girl, Interrupted

Last Sunday, my husband woke up, gave both dogs baths, hoovered the downstairs of the house, tidied the kitchen, emptied the dishwasher, took the dogs to the park, went to the grocery store, came home and hoovered the upstairs of the house, emptied all the garbage bins, put the cover on the duvet and made the bed look nice and inviting, washed and replaced the unwieldy dog bed covers, scooped the dog poop in the yard, cooked dinner and also cooked soup for me to eat for lunch the next day, took out the rubbish and recycling, loaded the dishwasher and I’m sure there are many things I didn’t notice him do… I washed my cpap parts, soaked in an epsom salt bath for 15 minutes and did a few minutes of gentle stretches. That was the extent of my activity. Other than that, I sat or lay in different rooms of the house.

I spend an inordinate amount of time lying down in dark rooms. Meditating, resting, sleeping, trying to sleep, reading, thinking, crying. Somewhere along the line, I lost the ability to walk laps around my house, so I haven’t been outside in weeks ~ except to walk to the car for doctors’ appointments. I long to be outside. I want to breathe in great gasps of cool outdoor air. I want to feel my heart pumping and my muscles contracting. I want to see my dogs run and be able to dance along with them and not be crippled physically or crippled by the fear of movement. I imagine my brain functions like any other negative reinforcement situation. If you are bit badly by a dog, you may avoid dogs and be seized by fear when you see one. When I move a lot, talk a lot, cry a lot, react to a pill I take or don’t sleep well, I am overcome with foreboding about the backwards tumble that lies ahead. It extends to smaller things, too. I forgot my sunglasses yesterday for the drive to the doctor and I wondered if the light would take its toll on me, not only in the moment, but today. I had to move quickly to catch the phone when my Mother called the other day and I became annoyed that I hadn’t stopped myself… and then became afraid that the 3 seconds of faster movement and the 3 minutes of annoyance would worsen my symptoms. I’m trying to do less so I don’t continue to slip backwards, but not do less so I don’t decondition anymore in my body and mind. It’s a hard line to walk.

Last month, we were watching The Walking Dead (spoiler alert: if you are watching but aren’t caught up). There is a scene where the father runs across a large field carrying his dying son who is a not-so-small 9 or 10 year-old. I can’t stop thinking about that scene. Not because the kid got shot – (spoiler alert) I knew he’d survive – but because sometimes we will have to exert energy. There WILL be trauma in our lives and, somehow, we will have to weather it. I watched that scene, thinking, I would give anything in the world to know that I could run flat-out across a field, carrying a child and that I would be okay. That I wouldn’t then be confined to my bed for the next decade. I would give anything to know that I could handle an emergency and emotional upheaval without regressing into worse shape for who knows how long. At the bare minimum, I would give anything to simply be able to run across a field, minus the bleeding child and the chasing zombies.

Yesterday I was watching The Bachelor (spoiler alert: in case you thought I was remotely cool) and the contestants were canoeing and riding horses. This was rough to watch. In my youth, I used to do both of these activities a lot. I loved them and felt confident in my skills (at least with canoeing. I made a number of trips through the Boundary Waters in Northern Minnesota, isolated, carrying food bags, portaging from lake to lake. E and I took a trip together when we were, what? 16? That was ballsy. I don’t know if I would let my child disappear into the wilderness and hope that she and her friend would appear on a different lake a week later. But it was amazing and, now more than ever, I am so grateful for those memories). I watched those Bachelor contestants sit passively on top of the dozy, plodding ponies and then paddle over and over again into the shrubbery on either side of the river and I wanted to scream, AAaahhh! Give me that fucking paddle! Let me sit in the back of the canoe and steer for the next 5 hours, loving the ache in my shoulder, the strength of my biceps, the pull in my triceps… the sound of the canoe cutting through water and peace of surrounding nature. Let me sit on that horse! I can smell his coat and the saddle leather. I can feel the power beneath me and I just want to tap him with my heels and hold myself up with strong thighs and reliable calves, lean forward with no back pain and gallop. Or, at least, canter. The best feeling.

horse riding

Television and books ~ even watching my husband doing chores ~ are constant reminders of the things I can’t do and cause an endless roller coaster of emotions. Desire, jealousy, despair… and then gratitude for what I still have. I got up today after another bad night with no sleep and texted my friends that I felt like a walking corpse. The Walking Dead. But I don’t really walk much. And, I’m not dead, dammit. So, maybe my life right now is a bit Requiem For A Dream or Vertigo or Groundhog Day… But, maybe one day it’ll be Run Lola Run or Dances With Wolves… Or, simply, wonderfully Staying Alive.

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5 thoughts on “Girl, Interrupted

  1. Anna says:

    Wait, so watching The Bachelor makes you uncool? Disagree.


  2. solyssa says:

    love it that you say hoover and rubish;) and like the pics. big hugs.


  3. Stacie says:

    I live alone, so I get lonely and depressed and upset when I can’t do things, simple things, I used to do: even daily activities like showering everyday, checking the mail, washing dishes, doing laundry….and when i feel “stronger emotionally” I then want to visit with friends or at least invite someone over, or go to a movie and as soon as I am around people,reality hits me how different and how much worse I really am.. I know I’m sick, I feel it everyday, but when I’m around normal, healthy people it’s like reality shock…wow, I really have gone more downhill than even I realized! I feel like it’s somewhat of denial. Anyway I said this because of your comment about the roller coaster of emotions. it IS a roller coaster!


  4. Vicky says:

    I just found your blog, and wanted to agree: It is so hard. The horse riding trigger gets me every time – I had a horse on loan when I was a child and after I got sick at 10, I had to eventually give it all up.

    I am bitten by the jealousy or envy bug pretty much weekly now, as my life resembles the lives of my peers increasingly less. Little things start that feeling, and I hate it as I have never been one to be jealous. I feel sad in a grieving kind of way, and I don’t know how to be unaffected by being constantly reminded of what I cannot do. It’s really unchartered territory.


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