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DisenchantedLife -> Mundane life questions (12/5/2008 8:27:58 AM)
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Hello good folks of collarme. My original idea was to go to my father and ask him these questions, but the more I thought about it, the more I thought it inappropriate. I'd ask the few friends I have around here, but I doubt they'd really be able to answer. That and I'm not that close with anyone. So, I look at my Dad who goes non stop. Literally. Non fricken stop. He gets up at 4 am and runs a few miles, goes to the gym and then heads to work. After work he goes to business dinners, works some more, than sleeps for a few hours and starts it all over again. I just recently went to England for this birthday party and I looked. He doesnt seem any the worse for wear. Granted he's 60 and looking a bit older, but he looks like he's holding up pretty well. I want to know how he does it. Damnit. I feel like I'm fricken falling apart. I'm 29 so he's got a GOOD number of years on me. So, he should be more tired and more falling apart. He's not. I know I have a few health issues, but dern it, doesnt everyone? Shouldnt my Dad have health issues too? Compared to the "worlds" health issues, mine are minor. I'm asking because its dragging me down, affecting my life, and really irratating the hell out of me. Granted I often resign myself, but still - in the back of my head its driving me bonkers. Ok...... so I have scoliosis, arthritis, and bulging discs in my back. I need some MRI's on my neck and my full back too. The chiropracter said that basically my spine doesnt work right and that its fusedish in my lower back. Something like that. Basically I'm 5 feet tall and I think I'm he-man. Like I can help carry a couch that weighs more than me, but I ripped a muscle in my neck in the process. Through the chiropracter I've finally gained much more movement in my neck. I can turn my head side to side pretty easily now. When I was a kid, like 10, I threw my back out pretty bad. No medical treatment or anything, just years of dealing with the pain. Granted its not as bad as it was, but walking, lifting, standing, sitting, and almost anything for long periods of time can have me wanting to punch the walls. I also randomly have sciatic nerve problems. I got back from London Monday night after a hellish 16 hour traveling day. I am so fucking wiped out. My hips hurt, my knees hurt, my ankles hurt, my back sporadically hurts. I feel like I have dead weight sitting in my mid section. I'm absolutetly worn out. Walking wears me out. I could barely carry my lil um up the stairs today. Two contributing factors are the fact that I didnt take it easy in London whereas I should of had "my" vacation and the other is I have a toddler that never stops moving. Instead of vacationing when I had a baby sitter over in London and taking it easy - i stayed out till 4 am and partied with my family. It was great, but well. I'm also probably depressed because I realize I hate my life. Love my um's, but hate my life. This place is fricken desolate. When we flew from dullus back to home it was basically "good bye civilization hello desolation". I'm also not really doing anything productive with my life. All I am, is a Mom and while its the best/hardest job in the world, I'm starting to realize its not enough. But to do anything else with my life I have to finish college, but I can barely muster up the energy to chase my toddler around and I fall asleep promptly every night when I put my older um to bed. I slept frm 9 pm till 7 am, being woken every few hours by the little um, but over all a good night sleep and yet I'm still exshausted today. I'm also told I dont eat healthy and last year, my busy as hell father took the time to call me and tell me to eat right and I look sickly. So i DID. I even went from like 102 lbs to 112. Took months and a lot of work, but I did it. Yet I dont feel any better. I drink a lot of soda for energy, smoke cigerattes - but other than that. Nada. Granted I played waaaaaaay too hard as a teenager. I'm not sure if that is what is catching up with me? When I was 15 - i'd go for a whole week with out sleeping or eating, crash for 2 days and than repeat. For months. I'm rough on myself, I admit. Always have been. In our family, are motto is to be tough. No sniveling babies. So I was. But damnit if I realize i am not tough. I can be and I can be very capable, but..... I was on chronic pain management for awhile. Which was lovely. No pain, i could go as hard as I wanted, nothing slowed me down. I did all I needed to do and in the evenings I even had enough energy to have some time to myself. I dont want to go back on that path. I want to do it myself. I want to mind over matter this shit, but I cant muster up the energy to mind over matter it. My last truth is going to be acknowledging the fact that I have been falling apart for over year, but refusing to allow it happen. I refuse to crash. I know that I entertained the idea of getting back with my ex mostly because it seemed like a way to stop my drowning in all of this. Maybe not much help, but more than I have. Granted thats gone out the window because he's still a douche bag, but I know if I was doing well, I'd of never entertained it in the first place. I need help, but there isnt any help around, so I have to muster up and get it together so I can continue doing it by myself. I just don't know how. Any suggestions on how to get it together?
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