
Remembering What Real Life Is Like
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My Jtube broke finally and I have to go to the hospital tomorrow and I’m feeling stressed. (Jtubes always break, it’s just a matter of time and I’m writing this last night). For 13 years my life has been a planned, predictable routine. Everyday. And this is such a huge departure from that. I'll take Ativan and get Fentanyl during the procedure and both will help protect me from my illness worsening. And I am very lucky to get to go to a wonderful hospital that is full of caring, understanding people who actually all remember me from previous visits. I will still have a minor crash but probably be ok after a week or two recovering. But that’s not what makes me stressed.
It's such a deviation from my routine, and that is so stressful. You learn very quickly when you have ME/CFS that unknown situations are like minefields and you avoid them like the plague. Because unknown situations equal unknown energy use. And we of course need to stay below a certain amount of energy use. But these unknowns are so normal. It’s so sad to be so estranged from such normal definitions of being alive. I mean I haven't been outside, seen the sky, or breathed fresh air, or felt the sun on me, or watched - without window glass between me - the beautiful way leaves move gently in a breeze. Or anything real-regular-life like that in a year since my last trip to the hospital.
And I’ll not only be outside, but I’ll also see healthy people wasting energy, bubbling and bouncing around in a way that looks to me like a hoard of rabid ants, chattering away, literally just throwing energy away like it is worthless. Because to them, it is worthless - it has no value because they have rather limitless energy and even in the weakest, sickest moments of their entire lives, they have never experienced the energy limitations ME/CFS imposes on a person.
And I will be exposed to that healthy world where everyone feels fine and has plans for the future and goals and a full life. Where they live a full day and go to sleep knowing tomorrow will be another full day of work and play and love and fresh air and sun and endless surprise unknowns of all sorts.
I will watch people talking endlessly, acting on every impulse without a thought. Meanwhile, I think about every single action before doing it. Mine is a completely pre meditated life. Out there, it's just impulse-bam-action. No questioning, pondering, wondering: will it hurt me, is it worth the harm, should I use my energy on this or save it for that, etc.
The nurses all around the hospital constantly say things like "ah ha ha ha ha yeah did you see that show last night?"
And my life is like "can I watch the show, will it make me worse, can I even follow it mentally right now? Then, if I do watch the show, can I talk to someone about it? And if I do, should I just chat with a friend about it online? Can I handle someone in my room for 5 minutes and if I do should I use that time to talk about a TV show? And if I do, can I laugh with them or will that use too much energy? Should I hold back and save that laughing energy for later? I could go on, but you know the drill. I have a thousand thoughts about every little movement and action that healthy people just do without even realizing it, much less thinking about it.
I honestly don't know if I would prefer seeing the real world once a year or just letting that world fade into the back of my mind - not forgetting it, but not having it shoved in my face like tomorrow. And making the best out of what my life is like and what exists within the walls of my world.
It is so hard seeing the real world and really feeling it and then coming back to my room and closing all the doors. I literally watch the top frame of my door move over me as I get wheeled back into my room and the sky disappears over the roof.
The spontaneity that healthy people show so clearly is at once a refreshing reminder of what life is supposed to be like, but also a shocking and profoundly sad reminder of what my life is like.
My heart goes out to all of you trapped inside walls of routine, pre meditated life, lack of spontaneity, necessary control over everything around you, endless thought and questioning before every action and then often regret (or sadly, self blame) afterwards when we make the wrong decision and it hurts us and makes us sicker. This is not how any sentient being is supposed to live.
Love,
Whitney
PS. By the time you read this, I’ll be at the hospital, from 12pm to likely 6pm Pacific USA time. Wish me luck staring down the healthy weirdos!
My Jtube broke finally and I have to go to the hospital tomorrow and I’m feeling stressed. (Jtubes always break, it’s just a matter of time and I’m writing this last night). For 13 years my life has been a planned, predictable routine. Everyday. And this is such a huge departure from that. I'll take Ativan and get Fentanyl during the procedure and both will help protect me from my illness worsening. And I am very lucky to get to go to a wonderful hospital that is full of caring, understanding people who actually all remember me from previous visits. I will still have a minor crash but probably be ok after a week or two recovering. But that’s not what makes me stressed.
It's such a deviation from my routine, and that is so stressful. You learn very quickly when you have ME/CFS that unknown situations are like minefields and you avoid them like the plague. Because unknown situations equal unknown energy use. And we of course need to stay below a certain amount of energy use. But these unknowns are so normal. It’s so sad to be so estranged from such normal definitions of being alive. I mean I haven't been outside, seen the sky, or breathed fresh air, or felt the sun on me, or watched - without window glass between me - the beautiful way leaves move gently in a breeze. Or anything real-regular-life like that in a year since my last trip to the hospital.
And I’ll not only be outside, but I’ll also see healthy people wasting energy, bubbling and bouncing around in a way that looks to me like a hoard of rabid ants, chattering away, literally just throwing energy away like it is worthless. Because to them, it is worthless - it has no value because they have rather limitless energy and even in the weakest, sickest moments of their entire lives, they have never experienced the energy limitations ME/CFS imposes on a person.
And I will be exposed to that healthy world where everyone feels fine and has plans for the future and goals and a full life. Where they live a full day and go to sleep knowing tomorrow will be another full day of work and play and love and fresh air and sun and endless surprise unknowns of all sorts.
I will watch people talking endlessly, acting on every impulse without a thought. Meanwhile, I think about every single action before doing it. Mine is a completely pre meditated life. Out there, it's just impulse-bam-action. No questioning, pondering, wondering: will it hurt me, is it worth the harm, should I use my energy on this or save it for that, etc.
The nurses all around the hospital constantly say things like "ah ha ha ha ha yeah did you see that show last night?"
And my life is like "can I watch the show, will it make me worse, can I even follow it mentally right now? Then, if I do watch the show, can I talk to someone about it? And if I do, should I just chat with a friend about it online? Can I handle someone in my room for 5 minutes and if I do should I use that time to talk about a TV show? And if I do, can I laugh with them or will that use too much energy? Should I hold back and save that laughing energy for later? I could go on, but you know the drill. I have a thousand thoughts about every little movement and action that healthy people just do without even realizing it, much less thinking about it.
I honestly don't know if I would prefer seeing the real world once a year or just letting that world fade into the back of my mind - not forgetting it, but not having it shoved in my face like tomorrow. And making the best out of what my life is like and what exists within the walls of my world.
It is so hard seeing the real world and really feeling it and then coming back to my room and closing all the doors. I literally watch the top frame of my door move over me as I get wheeled back into my room and the sky disappears over the roof.
The spontaneity that healthy people show so clearly is at once a refreshing reminder of what life is supposed to be like, but also a shocking and profoundly sad reminder of what my life is like.
My heart goes out to all of you trapped inside walls of routine, pre meditated life, lack of spontaneity, necessary control over everything around you, endless thought and questioning before every action and then often regret (or sadly, self blame) afterwards when we make the wrong decision and it hurts us and makes us sicker. This is not how any sentient being is supposed to live.
Love,
Whitney
PS. By the time you read this, I’ll be at the hospital, from 12pm to likely 6pm Pacific USA time. Wish me luck staring down the healthy weirdos!
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