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What next…?

It gets to the stage when you seriously question just how many times you can pick yourself back up.

10 days ago I was travelling home after spending the weekend with my oldest friend. My parents had kindly picked me up and we were driving north. A few miles outside of Edinburgh, I started to have a seizure in the back seat of the car. My head banged hard multiple times off the car door. I was taken straight to A&E where it took some time to persuade me to leave the car and when I finally did I started the second of the seizures. This time I thrashed on the gurney. Truthfully, I don’t remember any of this. I suspect the story I’ve been told has been softened up a little. I did spend 3 days in hospital. I did have 3 seizures and I did give myself a small bleed in my brain as proved by a CT Scan that I don’t remember having.

I was discharged from hospital a week ago. I don’t remember too much about any of that, but I do remember starting to feel really unwell as time was going on. When it became a bit more apparent to me that there was something not quite right with my face, I called NHS24 & was given an appointment at a hospital.

Long story, short. I have been diagnosed with Bell’s Palsy. Half my face is paralysed; one eye doesn’t close; my ears are constantly ringing and yet there is a sense of deafness in my right ear. I can’t speak very well. I can’t eat very well. And without putting too fine a point on it, I’m pretty scared.

Apparently, there isn’t really anything that can be done for Bell’s Palsy. There is a small chance that steroids can help if they are given soon enough after initial diagnosis, so I am currently on a high dose of them, but there are no guarantees. I’ve been told that it’s hard to go out with my face looking the way it does – reassuring! I’ve also been told to try to do it as soon as possible – terrifying! I’ve been for more scans, so perhaps that counts as being in public?! I’ve also got another appointment tomorrow, so maybe that is good enough to reinforce the “get out there” mentality?

A few weeks ago, I wrote about wondering whether I’d done any of “this” to myself. Here I am again. Where to go from here? At what point do I get to feel sorry for myself without inviting the comments about being a victim? Surely, it’s ok to feel a bit hard done by, no?

Epilepsy. MS. Depression. Bell’s Palsy.

Can that not please be enough? Please! Apart from the headaches and the pain, I feel a bizarre kind of emptiness. A sort of “what’s the point”? I don’t quite know the purpose of these struggles. What am I supposed to be learning? Isn’t there an Idiots Guide to… I can read instead? Who the hell have I upset so much that these afflictions are my punishment?

Ah, here they come. The tears. I can blink them away from one eye, but the other just streams. I know it’s going to leave my eye red, sore and swollen. Yet, there is nothing I can do about it. Just something else, that I have no option but to put up with. When does it end? When will it end? What can I do to make this all go away?

Yep, feeling sorry for myself now. Who cares? I’m not strong enough to take this and if I want to dissolve into buckets of tears then where is the harm in that? I’m not hurting anyone by doing that and maybe I just need to know that it’s ok not to be ok. Right? We get told that don’t we? That we don’t have to be strong all the time and that it’s ok to be scared sometimes?

So, here I am. Another affliction I can’t control. Another solitary journey. Another route I can’t explain to another and more feelings of inadequacy.

I don’t know how many more times I can pick myself back up.

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Have I done “this” to myself?

The great unanswerable question.

What if I have?

I created this blog to try to keep me honest (if not sane). I wanted to share my tales with you (note to self – get some real friends haha). Maybe some of it will resonate with you, maybe it won’t. Feel free to let me know. But be constructive, please; there are enough real bitches in my day-to-day! As with most folks, in my experience, my skin is thick and thin. Some days negativity just washes over me and other days it sends me quivering into the corner with alcohol of choice to contemplate why everyone hates me and is it because I didn’t do (fill_in_the_blank) when I was six?! So, be constructive, be pleasant, be funny, be quirky, be you. Just don’t be nasty for the sake of it, please – you’re free to jog on to the next blog any time you like.

I’m 47 and yes, I should know better. I have no kids, 3 cats, a mortgage, crippling anxiety,  epilepsy, MS, credit cards and a 9-5 that is never 9-5. I don’t have a criminal record, I have travelled some and my sarcasm is more than occasionally off the scale. I’m overweight, I have a potty-mouth and opinions coming out of my ears. But, I’m not nasty. I care about people more than I let on and though I often believe I prefer animals to humans, I’ve never been outrightly or deliberately cruel to any living creature. Basically, I’m an ok person. I have neither celebrity nor notoriety. I’m not poor, yet I’m not financially rich. I have lost my way a little in life. I have a need for a reset. I believe “focussed” has a double-s and I was always taught there are 2 spaces after the full stop at the end of a sentence. However, language is fluid and while I will never resort to a single-s focussed, I have bowed to single-space-after-a-full-stop pressure.

Recently, I decided to start having an organic meat and veg box delivered weekly. All part of me trying to be healthier, cut back on single-use plastics and enjoy lovely, fresh, local produce. Awesome. So, the delivery arrives a couple of days ago, jam-packed with fresh greens, grass-fed beef, natural yoghurt, eggs…you get the picture. I felt a swelling of joy and healthiness just welling up in me as I gazed at my bounty. Yesterday, surrounded by this wonderous nutrition, I decided to have toast, peanut butter and red wine for tea. The glass of red wine turned into two bottles and today I felt not just jaded but disappointed that I couldn’t be arsed to rustle up a quick whatever with all the gorgeous food I had or even stuck to the glass or 2 rather than the bottle.

Have I done “this” to myself? This is the question that is keeping me up nights at the moment. A throwaway comment, an endless supply of medical opinions, too many books read with too many differing approaches, too many conflicting ideas and my perceived intelligence is just not cutting it. I do the research, I read the opinions, I ask the questions and still, I can’t help wondering if there was something I could have done differently that would mean I would not be suffering from MS.

Epilepsy, it took a while, granted, but I’ve come to terms with it. I’ve learned to live alongside it. I don’t like it but compared to MS its a known quantity. I know it will hit me out of nowhere, it will knock me on my arse, I’ll spend a fair amount of time depressed and then I’ll pull myself together, get back up and move forward. MS though? Nope, I don’t know which way is up.

Maybe its because I sort of grew up with epilepsy, google didn’t exist and I wasn’t tying myself up in knots trying to figure out which scientific, peer-reviewed journal piece is the most reliable. MS hit me. Hit me hard and then ran away laughing. I feel like a baited bear sometimes. Chained. Tormented. Beaten. There is nowhere to run and the groups dedicated to saving and supporting can only do so much. MS is the stick, there is no carrot.

As is often the case when my mind is in overdrive and I’m desperately trying to find a way to answer a question that can’t be answered; I’m thinking about the past. Particularly friendships. I’m a big believer that not everyone who comes into your life should stay forever. Yet there have been some people that have been in my life for a period of time that I can’t quite come to terms with how they left my world. Sometimes, people just drift away naturally. Folk move away, get married, travel, whatever and they drift out of your life. There is no deliberate severing of ties, no harsh words, no event that causes a fracture. It’s all very natural and perfectly normal. Then there is the intentional ending of a friendship. There is a specific event or series of events that means the relationship is no longer healthy, reliable and productive. Then there is the loss that you don’t really know what happened or how it happened.

It’s this last scenario that has been on my mind a lot of late. I don’t really understand why some folk left my world and why I allowed it to happen. Now, there aren’t many that fall into this category, only 3 in fact. But I’ve never quite been able to understand what happened with the friendships. I wonder if they feel the same way. It doesn’t do to rake over the past. Yet, for me, the past holds the answers. It’s like I have this need to look back before I can look forward. I need to understand where I went wrong. And, in the same way, did I bring MS on myself?

Could the issues I have that fall under the scarred umbrella of MS, have been prevented. Did I do something wrong? Could I have ensured the health of my genes? If I can find those answers, could that mean I can reverse the damage done? Or is it too late? Is all I have left acceptance?

Unanswerable. Not unquestionable.

I’m reading this back through and it’s so disjointed. I apologise for that. I’ve opened my mouth and let my tummy rumble. Heyho.