So, I wanted to give an update, but I wasn’t sure how to do
so. After a little thought and consideration I decided upon the idea of writing
about a normal day for me. I thought this would give some insight for those
wondering, and would be a more interesting way to share my days and thoughts
than if I were to just list them out. So, here it goes:
The AM.
The starting point of my day always begins with the alarm.
As soon as I open my eyes waves of aches and pains overcome me, and I
immediately shut my eyes again, not wanting to remember any of it. Unfortunately,
my wish is not granted, and after pushing the snooze button at least twice, I really
have to wake up this time. I feel the sore muscles in my legs, and I keep them
almost in a paralyzed state for whenever there is the slightest movement it
sends off about ten different pains in all directions. Moving up I can feel the
nausea in my gut from the night before, and added to that, the constant ache of
my stomach. Next I am reminded again that I am very short of breath, and it
often reminds me of when you come up for air after you’re underwater, and in those
first couple breaths you just can’t get enough air no matter how fast or how
hard you gasp. My heart is giving me trouble as well, and as I look over and watch
my fish tank, I can see it shake every second or so as the beating in my heart
shakes my whole head. I try to ignore also the pounding headache which includes
all of my head- and when I mean headache, I mean top of the head, neck, face,
jaw, all parts. In addition to my headache, my eyes are also burning and
swollen. One day I woke up and my eye was swollen half shut, and didn’t open
for an hour or so, which made driving to school a new experience. Another
morning I woke up and I was so exhausted I couldn’t see straight- I’m not
exaggerating. (That particular I stayed in bed awhile later.) Anyway, Realizing
that I can’t close my eyes and try to escape the day, I have to convince myself
to get out of bed. In my head I repeat the direction to “sit up..sit up….sit up
now…” and often, and sometimes more than once, I have to count 1..2…3 and
thrust myself up. Sometimes I fall straight back down, defeating all my
efforts. After this I just give up and I have to roll myself out of bed and
onto the floor so that gravity takes control, and doesn’t let me back into bed
again.
Good. Step one is finished: get out of bed.
Step two: get dressed. This part renders itself a little
easier since I have accomplished the most difficult jobs already. Putting on
the first shirt I can find, and then some pants that I’m pretty sure match
alright, I move on to my hair. Now doing my hair has become quite the task.
Since my arms have lost quite a bit of muscle, whenever I lift my arms above my
head to put my hair in a ponytail or something like it, I have to stop and rest
about every 3 seconds. And let me tell you this adds a lot of time and effort
to what was before a simple job. After finally finishing a passable job on my
hair, I finish the small things left to do, and get in the car.
Awesome, we made it to the car.
From here it becomes easier and easier to convince myself to
keep going. Because getting out of bed and getting ready takes two or three
times as long as it did before, I usually end up eating my breakfast in the
car. Now breakfast is a difficult thing to eat. My stomach has gotten into the
habit of feeling nauseous almost constantly, and I also always feel full. But my
brain however tells me that it’s time to eat. So I’m feeling sick, full, and
hungry all at the same time. It’s really quite a unique experience, and brings
a whole new level of difficulty to eating a breakfast bar. But after a few
months of this, I must admit I’m getting pretty good at tricking myself into
not throwing up.
So now, we’re finally at school.
Now school has become more, hm.. well just flat out more
difficult. Because I’m extremely exhausted all the time, and feeling pretty
sick every day, and usually behind in all my classes, it makes not only the
academics challenging, but also brings even socializing into being some sort of
an obstacle. In every class my mind can’t focus, and when I try to keep it focused
on the material and the teacher, it’s like my brain starts to hurt, and it
refuses strongly. In discussion classes I find myself barely able to keep up
with the discussion, which I feel is pathetic, because it feels like the
teacher isn’t even speaking English anymore. Also, I feel terrible because I
will sit in class and be barely able to sit up in a chair and not fall over,
and I’m trying to really focus on what we’re doing, or what class I’m even in,
and I find myself unable to talk to my neighbor. In the hallways it’s a
struggle even to say hi to someone in passing, because I’m completely focused
on making sure that I just keep walking; left, right, left, right, etc. I can’t
explain it, but everything is just so much harder than before. Because of all
the pains and aches and exhaustion's I feel, I can’t even be myself at school.
Often times, I can’t even be myself at home. I try to give my friends the
attention and care they deserve, I try my best. I think I fail more times than
I succeed however. Overcoming this new obstacle of still being able to be
myself has proven to be one of the toughest trials I have faced yet. You have
no idea (or perhaps you do) of how much I long to talk and laugh with my
friends at school, or at church, or even with my family at home, but I just can’t.
The limitations of my body have grown into limiting who I am it seems. This is
truly what saddens my heart and spirit the most; not the partially paralyzed
gut, or the muscle weakness, but the stripping of what seems the value of my life.
I’m not sure how exactly to explain it, I have to be honest,
but I’m trying my best.
So, I get through school (or most days I do).
Coming home is great, and awful at the same time. I’m so
relieved to have a break from running around all day, but at the same time I
know I have a huge load of work to do, and all I really want is to climb into
bed and never, ever get back out again. I slump down onto my chair and I swear
every day I have this same argument in my head: to take a nap and not finish all
my homework, or to just keep slaving away at it and lose the rest my body longs
for. Usually I pick the latter, convincing myself only a couple more days till
the weekend. I pull out my history book and start on the reading. I read one
sentence. Okay I didn’t understand. I reread the first half. Okay I’m still
lost. I reread the first five words, my
head is pounding, I see my bed out of the corner of my eye, no back to
the book. Okay start with the first word: the. Awesome, great, I know that one.
This is literally how each paragraph goes in each of my readings, and it is
laborious to say the least. Reading and other homework now takes me three times
as long as it did before, and I’m doing at least three times a lesser load. It’s
truly a miracle if I get all my homework done.
Soon dinner happens, and I go back to my homework again. At last,
it’s bedtime.
As I climb into bed, and settle down I remember, shoot, I
forgot to take my medicines. I pull out the overflowing bag with at least 15
different pill bottles, and start to pour out the pills. I hate this part
because I feel like I must be overdosing on something.. And I’m sure at least
half of the medications do nothing for me. But, because I have to, I take them
all, and finally get back into bed. It’s a bittersweet moment. I finally get to
rest, but it is here that I experience again all the pains I have been ignoring
and fighting against all day. I feel my legs burning, sore, with shooting pains
going up and down. I feel the sharp tearing and ripping pains in my gut. I feel
nauseous. I feel my lungs and heart burning from the strains of the day. I feel
my head throbbing more than I’ve noticed all day. I feel my eyes watering up
because they burn so much. I feel a sharp pain in my temples, like someone is
sticking a knife in there. I feel my hands, which feel like they’re on fire, as
the burn from all the use of the day. I feel like my lungs are too weak to
open, and sometimes I hold my breath because I don’t have the energy to lift
them to breathe. I feel like I can’t move. I feel like I must be close to
dying, I got to be. I feel like my heart has been working so hard that surely
it will give out at anytime.
And as I feel all these things, I have to pretend like I don’t.
If I’m going to get any sleep, I have to put my mind somewhere else. My mind
turns to school, no that’s definitely not going to put me to sleep. As I
struggle to find rest I watch the clock go from 11:30 to 12:00 .. to 1:15… to
2:05.. Well at this rate I’m going to get no sleep at all, and I’ll wake up
tomorrow feeling twice as bad as I do right now. Getting up tomorrow will be
worse than this morning! Maybe I’ll sleep in tomorrow.. No, I already took my
day off for the week. And anyway, I have two tests and a presentation tomorrow,
I can’t miss those. But right now I won’t be able to think straight for any
class, and I won’t be able to do well in the least. But I won’t be able to make
it up later, and if I put it off for another day, I’ll just be more behind and
will do worse. So, tomorrow no matter how I feel, I will get out of bed, and I
will make it through school, and homework, and another day. I will finish this
week whether I keel over dead at the end of it or not. How do I do this? How
can I push myself like this every moment of every day? It’s beyond me.
“I can do all things through him who gives me strength.”
Philippians 4:13
Every day brings its own obstacles and exciting experiences,
no one day is quite like the last.
I long to make each day count, to look at each one like it
is its own adventure.
Let’s begin another one.
