It is both a blessing
And a curse
To feel everything
So very deeply ~
Lately my health has been bipolaresque. I’ve never been through such a
volatile and erratic stage in these five years - this is brand new territory,
just to keep me distraught entertained and out-of-control. One day I have
severe ME/CFS, and the next I am wondering what to do with my new found lack of
malaise. My mental equilibrium is seriously disturbed, as all the flies on my
wall will tell you. Can we just decide which I am, so I can get my head around
it? All I want to know is whether I’m dying or thriving. I wake in the morning,
with not the slightest clue what my day may hold.
Yesterday I was a wreck because I got my hair cut and
coloured, and this vain procedure took 2.5 hours. It was insane. By the end,
holding my head up without my hands was becoming quite an issue. Driving home
was mission hazardous, as cars kept appearing out of thin air, terrifyingly
close to my own, and my head was hazy with malaise.
Today, however, I bounced out of bed and off to the Animal
Welfare Society. My job consists of climbing up and down ladders, cleaning cages, dealing with diarrhea and vomit - and sometimes kittens. I had no intention of working past my 1 hour 20 minutes. I
have a feeling that getting to snuggle ten different fluffy kittens majorly
boosted some energy-giving chemical in my body, because 1 hour 30 minutes
arrived and I still wasn’t fatigued or sore. It was at 2 hours that I started
to feel weary – but when I realised the time, I wanted to spin those cats
around in joy.
Two hours – in light of this arduous journey, going out and working for two hours is one of the happiest things that has happened to me in
months. I am writing here to restrain myself from running down the street
yelling this victory to every human and animal on my path. I worked for two hours without
pain!
Just maybe maybe
maybe I won’t always be ill?
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