I'm used to being exhausted, but when my brain doesn't work properly it's confusing, distracting, scary, and most of all disheartening. For over a month I have felt trapped in a brain that has gone rogue. I have little control. I can't make it do what I need it to do. I'm just along for the ride, terrified in the passenger seat.
I try to push through, to shower, to create a meal, to do dishes, to pick up the house, each task a triumph. A success. That's what I'm diminished back to, back to the months after surgeries. I keep finding myself in the kitchen, knowing I was washing dishes, but I'm looking at the dirty dishes confused as to what to do with them. I know I need something to do whatever it was I was going to do but I'm lost. I'm confused. I stop. I go back to the couch to rest. I think, and think, and then I wonder, was it a sponge I needed? Is that why I couldn't finish my task? But I don't go back. I know my brain is too exhausted to endure more of the riddle that is my life.
I just want to get back to exercising, to reading and laughing (okay, I'm still laughing), to doing normal tasks without the fear of a brain going haywire. There is such a beauty in completion. The joy of accomplishing things, it doesn't matter if they're little or large, is energizing.
Just talking wears me out. And that used to be one of my favorite things. I hope this is just a phase. That's why I haven't said anything. Holding on to hope that it will get better. In the meantime, please forgive my lack of communication. I have so many posts that I need to write about, like the Oscar Party Fundraiser this Sunday, or the Hoedown Fundraiser on March 22nd the evening of the Run Ladies Run. I'm just tired, so tired, but my brain is angry, and it's taking prisoners. I feel like it might not be long before I'm swallowed whole.
My sister-in-law Courtney is amazing. No Joke. She is spearheading all of these amazing events, and I am so grateful. I just did the math for some paperwork, and in 2013 just in newcastle disease virus shots and subsequent travel, I spent upwards of $78,500. I hadn't wanted to even look at the numbers, but I had to, and man was I shocked. I haven't added all the other costs of supplements, medications, medical bills, MRI's and radiology reports. It's all too ugly to obsess over. To even acknowledge. These days it's more important to figure out why I can't get my hand to work to unbutton my jeans to go potty. What changed?
Do these new changes effect my life? Clearly. Does it stop me? No. Does it slow me down? Of course. But I keep finding ways to smile. Here are some pictures from the past week.
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