Couldn’t help but laugh leaving him to play Tetris with a shipment & a half of formula in my already jam-packed room 😂 He’s a trooper, this guy!!
Not all superheroes wear capes. Sometimes they look like tired parents in flip flops, perched in uncomfortable armchairs. A constant in the storm, a comrade in battle, hand-in-hand, never wavering. Clothed in strength, patience, determination, faith & unconditional love.. ❤
I am honestly terrified for this semester. In so many ways, this is my last chance to turn things around. But I am so, so very worn– physically, mentally & emotionally. Simply getting out of bed or responding to text messages seems too hard some days, nevermind successfully functioning as a student. I know that worrying fixes nothing, and I’m trying not to get too ahead of myself: it’s only been three days. But before the semester even began, I felt like I was drowning. I’m working my very hardest and trying to keep my head up, but I really don’t think I can do this…
As the morning light peeks through the window and you stir into consciousness, sometimes for a fleeting second, you forget.
But you are jerked back into reality as your heart begins to pound– head spinning, choking back acid, muscles aching, nerves burning.
Most days, you lie there for a while, trying to breathe through the pain and gather enough strength to go on about your morning routine.
But a big part of you wonders why you bother to get up at all.
You drag yourself from bed to fight the same battles each day. No end in sight, simply running on a treadmill uphill, hoping to maintain an unfortunate baseline.
It all just becomes so, so very tiresome.
Your physical health continues to deteriorate as your spirit is crushed under the weight of a crumbling sense of self.
You know there are people you would let down if you were to leave. There are those who would suffer if you were to suddenly cease to exist.
So you press on, trying to ignore the fact that you’re trapped– fake smile, one foot in front of the other.
As time passes, your increasing inability to keep up with the world pulls you deeper and deeper into the pit of isolation.
People grow up, get married, move away, retire, or simply forget your existence completely.
You watch as everyone you love fades away.
As night falls and you are left alone with your thoughts, your chest aches with the thought of how alone you have become.
You feel the sting of being unwanted, unneeded, outgrown, forgotten, abandoned.
But as the night turns to dawn, you realize there is no one left to let down. Or at least, there is no one who would have life ripped out from under them if you were to no longer be.
Your body is broken– your very being exhausted and worn– but you close your eyes and let out a sigh of relief.
Tears gilde down your cheeks and a smile slowly creeps across your face as you realize you may finally rest in peace.
[Just some musings from a brain and body currently consumed by painsomnia. No worries– I’m not going anywhere anytime soon. Keep fighting, guys.. ❤ ]
I had the BEST time with these lovely ladies today! I cannot even begin to express how needed this get-together was…not just for me, but for all of us. Spending time with people who truly get it– talking, laughing, commiserating, joking, and just BEING, no strings attached– is truly the best medicine. No one flinched when someone whipped out a nebulizer or strapped on a neck brace or flushed their port or tripped over their tubing. Laughing, we raced up to help each other (usually just adding to the chaos…lol, but the thought was there). It was the first time in a long time I felt genuinely happy.. ❤
Today I had another slew of appointments, one of them being with my urologist at Duke South. It was a pretty uneventful appointment, but I am incredibly frustrated with the state of my urological health…
I have my THIRD infection in two months! The first two were complicated infections with uncommon strains of bacteria, and they really kicked my butt. This most recent culture grew Klebsiella pneumoniae which is a pretty common culprit of UTIs…but it is a difficult bacteria to get rid of nonetheless.
I honestly do not remember what it feels like to not have a UTI! My bladder and kidneys are constantly hurting, with pain ranging from slight soreness to knock-you-to-the-floor sharpness.
My urologist reassured me today that I am doing nothing wrong to cause these problems.
These infections are a result of EDS causing my bladder to be ‘too stretchy’ and dysautonomia affecting nerve signals to my smooth muscles. She also said that prednisone is likely complicating things as it is an immunosuppressant.
As far as managing my condition(s) goes (in this case, taking prophylactic antibiotics and self-cathing), I am doing everything right. I suppose knowing that makes me feel a little better…but in a way, the fact that this is not my fault increases my frustration because there isn’t anything I can do to improve the situation… agh.
On a more positive note, appointments with mom are always an adventure! She’s truly a character, that one. Here’s a video of some post-appointment shenanigans with my partner in crime.. 🙂 Love this crazy woman so much! ❤
Just realizing today is my 2 year tubie-versary 🙂 Lately I’ve been finding myself discouraged by setbacks…but looking at these pictures I cannot help but smile seeing how far I’ve come since then! Love that my dad captured the pure joy on my face when I woke up from anesthesia just in time for pet therapy (and before I realized just how tough my recovery would actually be, lol). Here’s to pressing on & continuing to make the most of the life I’ve been given!
If I’m the one on narcotics…why is it that she’s the one who looks stoned? Lol. Appointments with my mom are always entertaining, to say the least 🙂
I understand why you lied
Your story sent angry mobs after me
Death threats, mental institutions, hatred, and doubt
But I do not regret defending you
A missing patch hair is easier to grasp
than a broken soul and a crushed sense of self
Years of abuse and chaos had taken everything
And I get it, I truly do
I know right now you feel no guilt for your actions
Nor their repercussions
But if one day you do, just know:
While it still hurts and haunts me at night
Brelyn, I understand
If we have to be chronically ill, we should at least be granted a ‘get out of jail free’ card when it comes to colds, stomach viruses, strep, the flu, etc… ugh. Oh well. Feel even crappier than usual, but there’s no use getting upset over it.
Breathe in strength; breathe out bullsh*t” 👌🏼