figuring things out

Things have definitely been weird lately. I’ve been having this weird health stuff going on and I have no idea what the deal is. I don’t want to write about it much because it freaks me out, and I don’t know how much I should tell people. I don’t know what’s going on, so how I can explain to people what’s going on?

I hope to be writing a lot in the next week. I’ll be in an Epilepsy Monitoring Unit, having my brain looked at to see what is causing my fainting spells. It might be a tiny bit of epilepsy.

I’m grateful to be on the road to answers, but I’ve been asking so many questions over the last month, and none of them have been answered. I’m careful not to get my hopes up.

I’m just really frustrated with this. I don’t know what’s going on with me, and that makes me feel really disconnected from my body. Like I can’t control my brain. It’s frustrating. I got two concussions in ten days, I went to the ER twice in three days. I landed on my concrete floor and got a terrible black eye. I’m just fed up.

And I hate to sound complainy. I keep saying that it’s really not a big deal. All of the people I love are very worried, and that freaks me out. It’s a whole new level of accepting love from other people, and that feels uncomfortable. It also feels calming, to know I have so many people around me, praying for me. I can feel that love.

It sucks to not be able to work. I think that’s where most of this frustration comes from. It’s awesome that I love my job, it’s wonderful that I miss hard work. I never thought I would get to place where I felt capable and empowered by a work environment. Since I don’t have my work right now, I’m having to turn to other things to give me strength and purpose. Writing is one of those things. I’ve been reading a lot. I’ve been reading books about leadership, goals, and how to empower others. That makes me feel really good.

I haven’t driven a car in three weeks. Rock climbing became my “thing” outside of work that gave me a lot of strength and happiness. I can’t do that right now, and I can’t work out. I’m doing everything I can not to slip into depression. I stay seated most of the day, if I walk too much I might faint, and I can’t do another trip to the ER. So, we’re basically holding our breaths until Monday. Thank goodness I only need to go one more day without having a fall. And then I’ll be safe. That’s really nice to know. And it’s great for my family.

To know that I could fall at any moment and get any injury is scary. And it scares Jonny, and it scares my friends. It hasn’t really scared me until the last few days. I haven’t fallen in like five days, so I keep thinking, “oh no, if I stand up right now, is it going to happen again? I’m due for another one, what if the next fall down the stairs is worse than the first three?”

I haven’t wanted to write about this, because I don’t want my frustration to sound like self-pity. I am full of gratitude. I am full of fear. And I just don’t know how to express that. I’m trying to meditate a lot and accept where I am. Resisting the present moment only adds more frustration, and it doesn’t change the truth of what is going on.

So, I’m trying to accept the moment exactly as it is. The same way I do with people. I just want to love this moment unconditionally, and try to see my Higher Power in it. What will I learn from this? What will be revealed? I want to maintain this attitude of curiosity. I am surrounded by people I love. I am grateful for the support, the “don’t worry about anything, we will take care of it” encouragement, the visits from friends, and the most loving and patient husband.

Soon, we will have answers. We will be closer to understanding what is going on, and I will be back on my feet. I will come out of this having learned something amazing (I don’t know what that is yet). I have already learned a lot about really disliking a moment, and living in it anyway. Sitting in that uncomfortable space of not knowing, and letting my fear exist instead of shaming it.

This is definitely slowing down. The slowest I’ve ever been. And I just need to sit in that, be with it, and let the next right thing unfold. I will keep you posted, I’m sure.

I’m trying not to use the word “boring” as much, because that’s all I’ve been saying about this experience. Instead, I can flow with the slow, and explore the world going 5 miles per hour instead of 100. So, this next week won’t be boring, it will be revealing. It will be a different kind of adventure. I am so grateful.