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Time Stops For No Man

A not-so-friendly reminder for anyone who lives with a chronic condition or a continuous hardship that often keeps them holed away inside: The world keeps spinning, the clock keeps ticking and the years keep flying by.

This thought makes a continuous loop in my mind, driving me almost mad. Have you been driven mad by it before also? If you’re thinking to yourself “no I haven’t,” then please share with me your secret.

I’m in a period of my life where I’ve been handed multiple bad hands all around the same time. Do I think I’m the only one in this position? Of course not. Am I grateful that my situation is not worse? Always. But do I still lose myself to an overpowering feeling of frustration and helplessness sometimes? If I said no, then I’d be lying to all of you as well as myself.

Today I woke up with a headache that I knew was going to stick around for the rest of my Saturday. As my body and mind awakened, I couldn’t help but think”here we go again”–A thought I’m usually very capable of pushing away, making room for much more encouraging and positive thoughts to fuel my day. But I’m only human and we all have our moments.

A day of pre-planned activities, of seeing family, of changing out of my sweats and leaving the house, all slipped from my fingers before I even had a chance to attempt to keep my grip on it. My bed was my companion today and my thoughts were that friend in the group who always shows up unwelcome and then sticks around until you show them the door.

Most of the time, I give myself an hour or two before I kick myself into gear and start acting like my normal self again. But there was one thing my brain just couldn’t let go of today: The idea that I have wasted (and will continue to waste, as it’s looking right now) so much of my little time here doing nothing fun, nothing of significance and nothing that will make memories, due to my headaches tying my hands and my feet to my bedposts. I’ve spent so many mornings, afternoons and evenings wondering what other people are up to while the next episode of Friends automatically starts playing on my laptop. It leaves me feeling so full of resentment. It leaves me feeling like I have to play such a large game of catch up with the rest of my family and friends the next time I’m feeling up to getting out of bed.

If you’re reading this and rolling your eyes thinking “Girl, lose the drama because you have it nowhere near as bad as other people” Then please, keep thinking it, because you’re absolutely right. I still have a functioning body, an intelligent (boastful, much?) mind, and all of life’s necessities at my fingertips. I don’t live in the hospital, I merely just make my friendly visits there. I take medicines to help me get along, but I would be able to survive without them. My life is wonderful in comparison to thousands of others. I’m incredibly lucky to be able to do so many every day activities on a pretty routine basis. So I apologize in advance if my venting offends anyone. My problems are so minute and I resent myself for thinking those thoughts of resentment and for sometimes adopting that “woe is me” mindset. It’s a terrible cycle to jump into. Grab a hold of the rails before you accidentally fall into it as well.

I don’t enjoy sharing these thoughts with others, mainly due to the fact that I don’t want to seem ungrateful for what I’ve been blessed with in my life. But, why have this blog if I can’t write about what I am honestly experiencing, feeling and thinking? My purpose of starting this all was to reach others who might possibly be feeling something similar to what I am feeling. I’m sure other spoonies out there, and even other people who may be facing something in their lives that are keeping them from doing everyday things they hope they could be doing, know this feeling of losing time to something that so often takes control of their lives.

I didn’t mean for this post to be a buzzkill, per se. It’s one of those days, though, where writing has been the only outlet that has helped start to set my mind right again.

I wish I could practice what I preach more often and focus on the positive things every day of my life, but as many things are, it’s much easier said than done.

A goal of mine now, after having spent the day angry about the lost time in my life, is to spend every waking moment that I feel healthy enough to be doing something other than lying in my bed, doing something new, exciting, adventurous, fulfilling, thoughtful, and memorable.

There’s no real way to know what tomorrow will bring. But I do know that I’m going to take full advantage of every moment that I can. I don’t want to be afraid to hear the ever-present clicking sound of the minute hand ticking away on that clock on the wall.

 

2 thoughts on “Time Stops For No Man

  1. I think it is ok,, maybe even good to talk about how things are for you. Though I have many issues, some scary as all get out, I know there are others that have it worse. But I don’t think it is a matter of being ungrateful. I’m just aware of how difficult pain is. What I’m doing to cope, or what I’m suffering-it’s hard to think no one might be interested. For sure I think of you everyday. There is something about those that don’t know that stuff a person might be coping with….that is difficult. One thing all the health did do for me was sort people for me-those capable of empathy from those incapable. It is hard. Right now I’m losing the feeling in fingers, toes, nerve issues from a syrinx-it’s not been easy. Sometimes in the weirdest ways.

    You are so much more kind to those that might judge than I am now.

    I hope you are doing ok in all that snow.

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