dipic
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Ah, if only, Mr.Kite. I am one of those constantly wired and fried types of ME/CFS. I no longer have "crashes", as I am stuck in a perpetual one. In an unfortunate series of incidents, the scales were tipped so far in the wrong direction that they seem to have broken. When this happened I found myself in a hole. Over the past year and half that I have been stuck in this state the hole has only grown deeper and deeper and the rate at which I descend has only increased as time has gone on. When I overexert myself, the hole is dug deeper. Anything I attempt to do to climb up (and hopefully, eventually one day, out), such as sleep or relax, I find is superseded and then instantly surpassed by the power and rate at which I am declining (or more appropriately, at least with how I feel, "plummeting", at this point.)
That's why I want to go on this trip as soon as I can. Because, as it is, I don't see myself getting better over time; in fact, quite the opposite if the last year and half+ are any indication of what is to come. There may be a point where I hit a wall... or more appropriately for my analogy, a floor. A floor where I can no longer go any deeper. My doctor thought and hoped that that would happen months ago. Let's assume that ever happens: how long will it take and to what means? Will I then be too sick to travel and receive treatment? Am I already too sick for that? Should I wait it out and see if (pray) that I hit that floor that I also have to pray I'm currently not far from? And then should I wait to see if I can recover a bit over time on my own? Maybe wait for more advancements in treatment during that time? How long will I have to wait? And in the meantime, how much potentially irreversible damage will I be acquiring? That's assuming this silly floor even exists.
OR... should I risk it all at this moment for the possibility to potentially pull myself out of this hole I'm in; to stop this illness from progressing any further; to stop any more possible damage (to lord knows what; my heart, brain, CNS, cells, etc?) from being done?
That's where I'm at now. This is where I stand... miles below the surface of a terrain that was unhealthy enough to live on before... and even further from clouds of suitable health I once glided on for the better part of my life.
To bring things back down to earth a bit and step away from the analogies and what I wish was actual hyperbole and not reality: I can't relax. I cannot rest. To do anything less than I already do now, aside from that which I need to do to survive (eat, drink, hygiene), would be to do nothing at all. I would literally just have to lay here and suffer the torment of the multitude and array of bizarre stimuli, discormfort, pains, and things that cannot even be put into words that this illness induces in my body and impresses upon my mind. Not only that, but it means I am alone. Alone with my mind. An often times pessimistic, worried, scared and scarred, fried mind jumbled with faded memories of a past life, both good and bad, but mostly overrun by newer, terrible and often frightening ones. I've been to dark places in my life and my mind doesn't have a lot trouble going to them, be they memories or imagined. It doesn't help that I am a very visual person and a creative (but overactive) imagination.
What I am trying to say is that, to pull back and away, even for brief periods of time is hard. If was forced to do nothing but, I would probably lose my sanity. My laptop is my escape. I cannot read books anymore, cannot watch TV programs due to lack of concentration. Takes me hours just to write up posts like these, and so I try to refrain to. But again, this is my escape; and while I know that it's slowing destroying me (or at least aiding the illness in doing so), I don't see any other viable option (besides getting treatment that would allow me to climb out of this hole.) So for now, I need this. This keeps me sane.
Rock and a hard place? Ha. That doesn't seem to come close to doing it justice.
...So what do I do?
Hell if I or any of you know... but thank you for letting me vent, all the same.
That's why I want to go on this trip as soon as I can. Because, as it is, I don't see myself getting better over time; in fact, quite the opposite if the last year and half+ are any indication of what is to come. There may be a point where I hit a wall... or more appropriately for my analogy, a floor. A floor where I can no longer go any deeper. My doctor thought and hoped that that would happen months ago. Let's assume that ever happens: how long will it take and to what means? Will I then be too sick to travel and receive treatment? Am I already too sick for that? Should I wait it out and see if (pray) that I hit that floor that I also have to pray I'm currently not far from? And then should I wait to see if I can recover a bit over time on my own? Maybe wait for more advancements in treatment during that time? How long will I have to wait? And in the meantime, how much potentially irreversible damage will I be acquiring? That's assuming this silly floor even exists.
OR... should I risk it all at this moment for the possibility to potentially pull myself out of this hole I'm in; to stop this illness from progressing any further; to stop any more possible damage (to lord knows what; my heart, brain, CNS, cells, etc?) from being done?
That's where I'm at now. This is where I stand... miles below the surface of a terrain that was unhealthy enough to live on before... and even further from clouds of suitable health I once glided on for the better part of my life.
To bring things back down to earth a bit and step away from the analogies and what I wish was actual hyperbole and not reality: I can't relax. I cannot rest. To do anything less than I already do now, aside from that which I need to do to survive (eat, drink, hygiene), would be to do nothing at all. I would literally just have to lay here and suffer the torment of the multitude and array of bizarre stimuli, discormfort, pains, and things that cannot even be put into words that this illness induces in my body and impresses upon my mind. Not only that, but it means I am alone. Alone with my mind. An often times pessimistic, worried, scared and scarred, fried mind jumbled with faded memories of a past life, both good and bad, but mostly overrun by newer, terrible and often frightening ones. I've been to dark places in my life and my mind doesn't have a lot trouble going to them, be they memories or imagined. It doesn't help that I am a very visual person and a creative (but overactive) imagination.
What I am trying to say is that, to pull back and away, even for brief periods of time is hard. If was forced to do nothing but, I would probably lose my sanity. My laptop is my escape. I cannot read books anymore, cannot watch TV programs due to lack of concentration. Takes me hours just to write up posts like these, and so I try to refrain to. But again, this is my escape; and while I know that it's slowing destroying me (or at least aiding the illness in doing so), I don't see any other viable option (besides getting treatment that would allow me to climb out of this hole.) So for now, I need this. This keeps me sane.
Rock and a hard place? Ha. That doesn't seem to come close to doing it justice.
...So what do I do?
Hell if I or any of you know... but thank you for letting me vent, all the same.