Holy shit the WHY

Even if nothing else in this song made sense, WHY is perfection.  There are no other words.  Which is good, ’cause I’m still short on them.  Just holy shit, the WHY.  (Flaw- Fall Into This)

“Fall Into This”

Torn away from all that matters
And led by the wrong intentions
I know it wouldn’t be too easy, not yet
To go somewhere I’m afraid of
It’s made of…

Thoughts I’m receiving, making me say
That I know I’ll just be there once again
Lord I’m lost and then I’m tossed
Thoughts I’m receiving, making me say
That I know I’ll just be there once again
No…

Wrong, nothing really matters
If I was gone, would it make you any sadder?
I feel half as good as normal, you know
To steal – what to steal – what’s already taken
Here I go again…

Thoughts I’m receiving, making me say
That I know I’ll just be there once again
Lord I’m lost and then I’m tossed
Thoughts I’m receiving, making me say
That I know I’ll just be there once again

I think you know,
That you did this to me
I think you know,
That you did this to me
I think you know…
That you did this to me, you did this to me!

Why?!
You did this to me, I just want to know
Why?!
You did this to me
And it starts

God I’m losing sleep again
God I’m losing sleep again
And I feel my way
Thank you for making me talk
God I’m losing sleep again
God I’m losing sleep
And I failed, I think you know

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The Disabled are just Neanderthals who don’t belong in the 21st Century….

It feels like I’ve been reincarnated into someone else and become a stranger to myself. I died inside when the fiery ice smothered me and now all that’s left is the outer shell of a rotting corpse.…

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This speaks to me. ..

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All of these things…

So I’m heading out of town again to see the doctor and get another scope of my illeostomy to see if it is doing better.  I know already it’s not.  I’ve been throwing up more often, just randomly, and my stoma is still pretty raw and bleeding.

However, this morning I lay in bed thinking of so many things… the sad, the awful, the traumatic… the lonely, the losses of so many precious things… but also of the triumphant and the beautiful.

I like who I am- even if I am a beautiful mess.  And all that pain… well it’s part of who I am.  But so is all that beauty and wonder and color.  I forget so often… but this song reminded me.

(AWOLNATION “I Am”)

No time like the present, I guess!

Jeez.  I don’t even know where or what to start with.  I haven’t written in so long and so much has been going on.  I have this tendancy to think every single damn detail of what’s been happening is crucial to share… it irritates most people and I used to think it was just one of my little annoying traits.  Turns out, my therapist says it is PTSD related.  My brain can’t tell the difference between essential and non-essential information.  So, bear with me.

I’ve been keeping my distance from WP because there were some big changes happening in my life, new realizations and issues, and it all was just too overwhelming and sometimes painful to deal with long enough to write about it.  But I love my blog, I love the people here, and it’s time to get back… tonight I decided, no time like the present.

I’ve written before about wanting to have kids but being unsure about many things in that regard due to my health.  Sorry if I repeat any health info, but I can’t remember right now what I’d shared and what I hadn’t.  Shortly after my surgery last year to have my illeostomy, I noticed my periods were abnormal and extremely painful.  I went to the OB/GYN here, and after some ultrasounds and MRIs she told me my fallopian tubes were about 5 times too large.  There was inflammation and some other things going on that basically meant the ONLY way I could possibly get pregnant was if the tubes came out, then we would have to try IVF.  But the advice, because of my previous difficult surgeries, was to have a complete hysterectomy when I had surgery.  There was no rush… I had time to consider some things.

A very dear friend of mine had offered to be a surrogate if I needed.  We already knew pregnancy would be difficult because of the continuing health issues and all the scar tissue.  So at this point, it became sort of the plan.  Both my husband and I felt though, that I had to have some improvement in my mental and physical health before we jumped into anything.  I’d looked at the numbers and I knew the cost of surrogacy would be an issue… but I clung to it anyway… because it just had to work out.  I could not imagine what my life and future would be without having a family.  And I wasn’t going to let money be the thing that kept me from it.

I was positive that with this plan, I’d get my damn butt off the couch and start to take care of life so that I could prove I could take care of a kid.  It seemed so obvious to me that if I wanted that the most, then it would be enough to overcome the difficulties I was feeling just with day to day life.  But it didn’t really work that way.  For months I sat surrounded with the same mess everyday telling myself I was going to get it together.  In the mean time, my periods got much worse, and so did my IBD.

I now have small bowel inflammation, though they don’t know for sure if it’s Crohn’s.  But I had to go back on Humira, and I started on Imuran (now I’m on 6mp)… these are chemo-type drugs and they warn extensively against getting pregnant.  But the drs said I should still be able to do IVF with the surrogate.  So I clung to it.  But as time passed and I watched my sister take care of her two daughters… as I tried to keep up with my neices for just a weekend at a time… I finally had to accept some things.  I wasn’t any closer to feeling healthy enough to take care of a baby, and the reality was that we were never going to be able to afford it.  And I realized at the same time that I had always known this… I’d just been unable to face it.

So we came to a decision that it was time to have the hysterectomy.  If I ever get as healthy as I’d like, then adoption may be in our future… but right now… it’s out of my hands.  I hated making the decision, but also knew without a doubt it was the right one.

Still… I grieved.

I had my hysterectory Oct 21st.  I was DETERMINED to be out of the hospital in 9 days or less.  I had already gotten tickets to see Bo Burnham in SLC on the 31st and I had been looking forward to it for MONTHS.  No way was I going to miss this show.  And the drs were sure it would be a 2-3 days stay… hmm but guess what.

My colorectal surgeon always referrs to my abdomen as being a very “hostile” environment.  They had 6 HOURS scheduled for my surgery because based on previous experience, she (my CRS assisted) expected to have to remove a lot of scar tissue.  It was still a mess in there, but they finished in 4 hours, so that was good.  And I was doing really well for the first few days.  Then, the night before I was supposed to be released, all hell broke loose.  I was up ALL night throwing up.  I don’t think I have ever in my life thrown up that much.  It just kept coming.  I didn’t sleep at all (neither did my poor husband!).  And it just kept going.  After that night, I couldn’t even keep the clear liquid diet down.  I’d developed what they call a post op ileus.  Which basically means my digestive system shutdown.  Not really a huge surprise.  6th surgery in 4 years and they’ve all followed this pattern, worse each time.  HOSTILE ENVIRONMENT!  (There were actually a lot of nightmarish aspects to this hospital stay but I’m not going to get into it all.)  Bottom line- I did get released on the 31st… but I still couldn’t eat or drink and hadn’t in days.  They sent me home on TPN- which is basically a “portable” IV (a PICC line) to “feed” me all my calories and such.

Needless to say I missed Bo Burnham.

I actually just came off TPN a couple of days ago.  Still having trouble eating regularly, but we decided it was time to try it.  Doing ok so far, still taking lots of nausea meds, sleeping a lot, etc.  But the last 2 months have completely passed me by.  I feel kind of lost right now.  I’ve been trying to catch up on other people’s blogs… but I still get really overwhelmed easy.  So, I’m sorry for such an extended absence.  I know it’s understandable, but I’m sorry for myself and all I have missed.  Gonna try to be back more often though.  (I know, I say this a lot… Doing my best!)

Still so fucking sad I didn’t get to see Bo.  I think that depresses me more than any thing else about that hospital stay.  Oh fucking well.  (I added that last fuck for you CC! haha)

 

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Fantasy Camp

So we’ve been trying to create my “safe place” in therapy.  It’s not been easy.  The very idea of safety seems, to me, such a falsehood… the best I could do was start with a “happy place.”  That part was kind of easy.  There’s a place we used to go camping when I was a kid.  It’s still the one place I try to visit every summer, even if it’s a short visit.  Something about the mountains and nature in general has also been so calming to me, but this place in particular, seems to still hold a certain magic. Probably remnants of the magic I felt as a child everytime we got to go.  100_0250 SNC00083

So, once we identified the place… we had to figure out how to make it safe.  My homework this week has been to try bringing people into the space that would meet those needs and make it a “safe place.”  The hardest need for me to meet was emotional safety and support.  I tried really hard bringing real life people into my space to meet all these needs, but this was the one I just couldn’t quite fill.  So my therapist suggested trying characters from the books I read or the shows I watch… (he knows I’m a huge geek).

So I gave this a try, but found that I have a really difficult time, if not a complete inability, to separate emotional intimacy from physical intimacy.  Which, when I realized this, made a lot of sense.  However, I finally did think of someone that I think can offer me the emotional support, without it getting confused with physical stuff.  And he’s kind of a cross between fantasy and real-life.  I referred to him once as “my ghosty best friend”… he passed away nearly 2 years ago.  I’ll save the details of that friendship for another day, but the memory I have of him… I can sit there next to him in the mountains in silence or in tears and it feels ok.

So I’ve spent a lot of time this week thinking about who I’d bring to the mountain with me and today I was having a bit of fun with it.  I thought it’d be fun and good for me to write it down.  GBF (Ghosty Best Friend) is the only real life person there right now… but…

My fantasy camp would be accessible through various secret portals that are only accessible to the people I’ve invited here.  It’s gonna get a little crowded in here, but it’s fantasy, so there’s plenty of room to go around.  (Yes, I AM about to go through a giant list of favorite book and tv characters so, buckle in!!)

OF COURSE, I have to start with…

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Buffy Summers.

(I know, you were probably expecting someone else, but we’ll get there…)

How can you not feel safe with a Slayer on your team?  I mean, she’s saved the world, a lot.  She’s got the physical skills, and emotionally, she’s had to carry the weight of the world.  Buffy spends time at the camp training other Slayers and of course, ME, to fight.  Plus, we’re great pals 🙂

And while we’re in Buffy’s world… I’m going to have to invite:

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Willow Rosenburg and Tara Maclay.

I’ve always felt an affinity for Willow and Tara is just plain the best.  Plus these girls have some real power between them.  They bring their awesomeness and magical knowledge to share with the camp.

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Oz.

He’s a musician, a werewolf, and all-around cool guy. I mean, Oz would be awesome to hang out with.   So,while he brings some physical skills to the table, mostly I just wanna hang out.

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Of course, Giles has to be there.  He just does.

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 Winifred “Fred” Burkle / Illyria.

In my fantasy camp, they coexist together.  Fred is basically the best, and Illyria is a badass.  What kind of super camp would this be without them?

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Anya, Angel, Spike, Cordelia, Lorne, Faith…

and basically the rest of the team, ’cause I wanna be Scooby.

MOVING ON!  (Man, this list is going to get long….I really wanted to list everyone individually, but I’m finding this to be soooo time consuming because I don’t know how to format this page properly!  haha… I think I might have to do more group listings…)

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Sam and Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Castiel, Ellen and Jo Harvelle.

“Family don’t end with blood…”

These guys have all given everything to save the world… they don’t have much, but they have each other.  And they’re gonna go down fighting.  I’d want every one of them on my team.  These guys could probably teach me a thing or two about fighting, too.

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Young John and Mary Winchester, Charlie Bradbury, Gabriel, and Chuck Shirley.

Ummm, you’d be crazy not to want Chuck on your side 🙂

Charlie- you are my heart and soul and you will live happily ever after at camp!

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Osric Chau and Kim Rhodes

As much as I love their characters on SPN, mostly I just want them to join my camp and be my friends.

NEXT UP:

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Um the whole crew from Serenity?

I feel this needs no explanation.

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Also the Leverage team.

I just want to be part of the team 🙂  It looks like fun…

Ok.  I am NOT done with my fantasy camp invitations.  But I’ve totally run out of steam 😦  This is fun though.  Building my own little world… maybe I can imagine a safe place after all…

To Be Continued…!

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