It’s nearly 11pm. I’m still up thinking. I feel so desperate and depleted and tattered.
Yes, I’m relieved I don’t have to do another surgery and I’m relieved that there’s no bone infection, but I’m also exhausted from the fight. Exhausted from keeping my head up as I tread the waters of chronic illness and chronic pain.
The first 12 hours of being in the ER when they thought I had Osteomyelitis, I thought, oh man I don’t want to do this. I was so scared but I knew I’d have to get in the zone and muster up strength, but I sure didn’t want to. I just wanted to go home and have a regular life. I want the kind of life I assume exists. Most of all, I want to fall asleep effortlessly. No thinking. No flashbacks. No unrelenting pain.
My body is marked with bruises from daily blood thinner injections. I’ve got small hematomas on my swollen stomach. My feet are scarred up and look like someone dipped them in black ashes. My fingers are numb, my hair is thin and my eyes are weak! My heart is heavy and tired of being sick. Lupus sucks.
I try not to write like this for fear of sounding pitiful, but this too is a very real side of illness. We all fall. I’ve fallen.
Chronic illness wears a person down emotionally so that all they want to do is sleep and escape. I just want to sleep and escape but night time brings more pain. I swear if I could take my legs off and put them up for the night, that’s what I’d do. If it stops the pain then that’s what I’d do. After so long it drives me crazy. I just want to scream, “Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop hurting!” Argh!!!
It’s going to be a long night, this one. And yeah, I’m going to kick in to coping skills but dang it I’d rather just fall asleep in a way that resembles normality.
I’m not strong tonight but there’s always tomorrow.