**Brain dump-trauma**
I didn't go to the Bog Witch meeting, I chickened out...or found myself distracted enough to let it slide by. I was embarrassed at myself...and then spent time rationalizing why I didn’t make the effort to go. In the end, I simply made myself dinner, sat and watched something on tv and pondered what happened to my get up and go.
The Barren is currently overseas for his
big business trip. He has been adjusting well, and getting things done and
exploring and being pampered by the hotel and his company and coworkers. It is
really beautiful to witness and although it was so horrible to watch him
leave...I am happy that his experience so far has been a good one. I watch his
air-tag move around the country and city and it makes me feel more assured in
many ways. I can't say it has totally eliminated my catastrophized scenarios,
but it has absolutely muted them enough that I can do other things.
We got a lot of things done and sorted
before he flew off, like our will and deep conversations that were overdue. It
was so beautifully intimate and healing for us both. We celebrated our 23rd
wedding anniversary and went out to a dinner. He was so overwhelmed, that I did
all the planning and was the only one to share a card and little token.
Meanwhile I also finished my end of the
year art deadline, finished a commission, got accepted into a show in NY city,
won an international award, stripped my community garden space, shot portraits
of a collector couple of mine and finished my 1000th yoga class.
To say I have pushed myself into high gear
is an understatement and I don't always run on high, but I have been having
more manic style energy bursts since starting this medication.
The second week The Barren was gone we got
rain, like A LOT of rain and when I went to use his car for errands, I noticed
the rug was shiny...then on further inspection I found the rug was TOTally
SOAKEd and the back passenger foot-well had two inches of standing water in it.
No open windows, no open doors...the inside was dry...but the floor was under
water! so I spent multiple days getting as much water out as possible between
additional rain storms. Yesterday after multiple hours with a shop vacuum, I
"tapped out" and drove it to the mechanics for professional help. I
had done everything I could and still it wasn’t enough. I contacted the
insurance company and filed a claim, and now it is with the professionals.
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The Barren is home, safe and didn't get
sick! MASSIVE WIN for us both.
A funny snafu was that I had kept all the
information about his car to myself, as there was nothing he could do from
India and so I figured I'd explain when I went to pick him up. The night before
he was set to travel home, the mechanics texted him an invoice! He called and
said why are they texting me an invoice, is this spam? I explained what
happened and we both had a massive laugh about it. He has been considering another
car and this might have been Mother Nature’s push to change things up.
Since his return we've hunkered down and
have been taking things at a slower pace. He leaves again Sunday for another
trip but this time only East and for only a week.
Last weekend we got some results back on
my father, and it will require some more appointments, procedures and patience.
Upon this information being shared by my parents to other family members, I got
a phone call the day after. Actually a conference call with a slight interrogation
feeling to it, asking me what I am doing and how this is being addressed and
why I wasn't pushing my parents into making choices, and do I trust the doctors
etc...
I finished the call, and stood up to find
my whole back had a spasm and my left hip was trashed. I have spent the week
stretching and heating and taking Tylenol. Thursday was the BIG GALLERY
exhibition and I want to be able to stand and share the excitement of the night
and my accomplishments.
I ended up at the massage therapist on
Wednesday asking her to cast spells, and do any other magic should could do to
help me be more comfortable. It is most likely a sciatica episode and as I have
NEVER had this happen before I was learning as I moved through it.
She gave me a massage, and did some
cupping, reiki, hot stones and preformed some serious magic to my back and hip. Leaving me so
so thankful!
I arrived at the big event last night
rested, ready and in little, to no discomfort.
I was able to get a couple photos just
after entering the event, and then my in-laws arrived. I love that they come to
this event. It is always a funny surreal moment, as my mother in law has
hearing loss and doesn't read the room, so I have been interrupted in a
conversation more than once by her interjecting herself, because she can't hear
I am already talking. My new father in law is often decked out in a Santa cap
and seasonal shirt and wandering about with a smile taking in the busy gallery
scene. Last night was the same, so when The Barren suggested they head out
front to get some air, I followed and they rested against the front window,
chatting and then....
My father in law suddenly collapsed, I
threw my arms out and caught him before he hit the cement. He seemed to have
fainted...he recovered and stood up again, and while I was chatting with
him...he collapsed again...this time for longer and I caught his crumple again,
making sure his head was safe and straightening his legs from below himself.
The Barren called 911 and the response was swift. I kneeled on the sidewalk next to him talking to him quietly and convincing him to let a professional make sure he was okay.
My mother in law just kept saying this has
never happened and he was tired. As wealked her to the car, I reasched out and placed a hand on her shoulder, to which she responded "I'm fine", I looked her way and said, sometimes it is just nice to be reminded that you have people around you that care. She didn't really find comfort in my softness, so I let the words float away. We took her to the ER to wait for word. He was
being treated for dehydration and low blood pressure and after hearing this my
MIL told us to take her home. He had other labs being done, so she would wait
for results and his call to pick him up from home where she had a car. She shooed us out and we sat in our car for a moment wondering WTF just happened!?
We went to a restaurant in town to
stare at each other, ask each other over and over " you okay"; my hip/thigh pulsing in pain and try to process the evening that
just unfolded under a beautiful full moon in front of the gallery on the
biggest night of the year.
As our food arrived, MIL texted that he
was released and home. As of this morning, although he didn’t sleep well, he
was fine and she'd check his blood pressure before they take the bus to retrieve
their bikes from last night.
So that was last night.
Totally normal, totally surreal,
absolutely baseline for this year.
in reflection, I am thankful that my body
carried me through the night, never once faltering at what I asked from it.
Showing me how strong it is and how capable I am.
My cousin was there, helping me by getting me a glass of water, putting hands on my shoulder, while The Barren supported by his mom and answered questions. Her question was "how can I best support you right now?"
Kindness does matter
