Showing posts with label Cautious and curious. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cautious and curious. Show all posts

18.7.17

the ache of a chronic condtion

years ago when my mental illness was raring and i couldn't grasp any hold i thought physical pain would fare better than mental/emotional. i had no idea how wrong i would be.

i've recently been diagnosed with interstitial cystitis. which is basically a big name for experiencing the symptoms of a chronic UTI minus the infection. to be diagnosed with this disease you simply exclude all other possibilities. it is a guessing game until you figure you've come to the right conclusion. women's pelvic/urinary issues are often dismissed and managed with mediocre attention. i've been told my issue is 'in my head' 'it will pass over' 'i will just have to deal'

my bladder is sensitive. what that means to the regular reader is that the lining of my bladder which is supposed to protect from all irritants is broken down and anything i consume (be it foods, vitamins, medications, even water) can irritate and send my bladder and pelvic area into inflammation. i can range from functioning to bed ridden within hours. i can go 13-20 times a day to urinate or 5-8. i can have sudden bouts of urinary urgency or be able to hold back just fine for a couple of hours. i can have severe pelvic pain or light twinges of aches.

i can't eat anything acidic. preservatives and many additives in food bother me greatly. even water has to generally be more alkalizing than your regular tap or bottled. everything has changed for me the last 9 months and i have tried to live in denial for a bit. at first it seemed alright and i continued to eat what i wanted when i wanted. though i would feel a bit of bladder pressure and frequency i thought it had nothing to do with my diet. i was wrong. my doctors told me nothing. i literally had one who simply said "oh wow, yeah, i'm sorry" and then shrugged and said she didn't know and wished me a good day. i've been to the emergency room. i've been to after hour clinics, and urogyno specialists. i've been in 1 clinic so much the MA and i have become good buds.

the last 2 months have caught up with me and diet now makes a huge dent in my everyday functioning. self gratifying (masturbation and general penetration also gives me slight symptom flares hours or a day later). if i stray and eat something that's problematic i will feel the effects. the slight stinging in my urethra. the random twitch of pelvic ache. the frequency in my urinary symptoms increases and the day becomes a monster.

just yesterday i went to an art exhibit at the SAM. while i had a lovely time i was also in a lot of discomfort. my urinary symptoms were acting up and i went to the bathroom 3 times in an hour and a half. and a part of that time i even held it in for longer than i wanted to because i was in line to see individual art rooms at the exhibit. it was highly isolating and made my experience not as great as it could have been had my bladder been calmer. i have been taking supplements, but everyone reacts differently to this disease and there is no one size fits all approach so i am leaning in with caution and very few expectations. i wish to keep this under control but i honestly don't know where i will be months from now, or even years. hell, i don't know where i'll be tomorrow.

eating has become mechanic. i simply do to survive. food no longer holds a great enthusiasm or wander for me. everything is bland. everything has the potential to hurt. even foods i thought where on the safe list sometimes act up. it seems i am currently going through a flare and no matter what i eat i am not faring well. i hope to ride this out soon. at work i seem to function just fine. outside? i am falling apart. and so we keep on.

27.3.15

thought,

so how do i carry on a conversation with someone who keeps tugging at my gut. that feeling of something isn't quite right. yet. that feeling when you're restarting an interaction with a man who completely tore you apart effortlessly and yet, here you are, trying to be-friend and catch up on life like nothing happened. that feeling of, i want us to work out, but you're still making me feel uneasy.

where do i start, and how do i start it.
knowing his constant need to retreat the moment his fragility gets brought out into the open.

i feel
i feel
i feel
to analyzing degrees
of hell.

i can be at my most charismatic to charm the pants (literally - figuratively if you want it PG) of someone i want, but do i even want to set myself in this trap again. my weariness comes as no shock, as time and time again i have been burned by this human being whose words float aimlessly in the air with nothing to grasp to.

is it an air of mystique to him that clouds me, or is this smoke and mirrors to watch out for. this interpersonal dance of irregularity and wonder. knot muddling aches in the stomach as though i am trying to untangle wires. i have a lot of energy to spare, and while most of it is focused on work matters, i would like to spend the rest of it with people who compliment my life goals, not compete by thwarting me into a constant flux of worry, assessments of 'what are we', and inaccessibility.

i am walking on coals.

1.5.14

we walk,

 there are the sweetest streets that never cease to inspire. and yes, i feel a slight bit tourist mode come over me, but surprisingly, my anxiety of taking pictures among crowded streets is waning.
 and so, the alley at pike place market and capitol hill (RIP midst the gentrification) provide the best days.

12.10.13

the stars are our ancestors

1.10.12

and i'll dispose of him (i'm sure)

he is the awakening of steam,
perfumed through the corridors,
enticing on wilted flesh.
i come around... obedient wife -
to take his snake right into
the gardens, into my own
scent

22.4.12

Key word.

You have to be very careful what you say to people. You may talk to them and feel as though you know, but do you really listen?

I wake up, and put on my favorite pair of jeans because they make me feel good. Shoes that I spent $250 on, such comfort for my toes. I do my laundry, and I change my sheets. I clean the house, and I cook. Every morning I put on Earl Gray tea because it soothes my soul. Madonna sings in the background and I strike a pose to Vogue. I will go out dancing with my friends, stumbling around in heels I can barely handle. In touch with my inner glam. I sip on beer and watch a movie I am not interested in to be in the company of someone who strokes my mind the right way. I want that connection that sparks.I go for walks almost every night in neighborhoods that aren't familiar. Adventure feeds. The neighbors know me, their pets sniff me. I just purchased my favorite moisturizer to keep my skin happy. I ended a friendship with a person who didn't deserve my time and effort. I have standards. I lost the love of my life, but I believed it was for the better. I am hopeful for the future. I am saving up money so that one day (hopefully sometime soon) I can visit back home and get lost in translation.

When I say I am trying I mean it. If I wasn't, I wouldn't be around to write all this.
I am trying, in my own way.
I deal with problems in my own way.
I express myself in my own way. Justifying my reasons, or trying to explain to someone who is on the outside is generally a waste of time. I wake up, that's effort enough some days. I cry hysterically and lock myself in my house for a whole weekend if I feel like it. If I want to be out of touch with the world, then I do. It's how I cope some days. It's also how I self destruct some days. I have moments of extreme hatred for every human being. Even ones I am close to. I don't want to see their faces, I don't want to smile, I don't want to talk, I don't want anything. SOME DAYS. But I try.
I have feelings and thoughts I can't always control.
Don't assume anything.

8.2.12

moving.

I thought about swallowing bleach - but that is a rookie move. It won't kill me so much as it will cleanse me.

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Ready to feat upon new fears, and meet again old cretins. Rat sewers, 70's carpet, Russian kitsch. The blinding flickering of the building, in my pupils, the home I lost my mind in. What a home! What years! And now to leave my nest and sip on the finest of life. The best kind. Few crutches, no more handcuffs. Free to think all the thoughts I tidy everyday. Free to run loose. In my dreams, free to act on all the words I battle with.

16.10.11

log in.

it occurred to a few weeks back when my internet went out that I am wandering this weird, tacky, disease infested jungle - tying myself with wires and avatar pictures. Clinging to anonymous people and 140 replies from strangers all over the world. And once I exit - I exit.
  • There are traces of who I am, 
  • What I think, 
  • What I believe and what I ate last night, 
if I died tomorrow how would any of the people I talk with online even know about it? Who would inform them?

where does it go from here? what do any of these 'relationships' we develop online mean. sure some of them transpire into something more, but often it dangles on friendly detachment strings. nice enough to talk about your day, distant enough that you don't know the person's last name. it is cold and often patronizing.

18.7.11

pile of (a) thought

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People will often tell you to think happy thoughts. Try to think positive, happy. Be happy.

That's the problem. I don't have any happy, positive thoughts. The little glimmer of hope that's stashed away in the back is usually overpowered by the negative. And when I do have hope, it's just one big false advertisement. Because I know what tomorrow will bring. I know that I always revert back. Something is comforting in this depressive state.