Suddenly it's Wednesday.
I got my wish.
3 days last week I felt pretty okay, meaning I could do some things, like go out to the balcony, and open the door myself. It was glorious. I wrote that I looked alive.
This week is the crash.
Saturday I reluctantly tried for sleep at 5 am. By Monday, I had about 4-5 hours of sleep in the past 48. The crash is not unexpected but the intensity is.
Let me explain. On 'good' days, I can do a little bit more and I celebrate each like a victory. I still can't do much, pain is high, and I might be happy but that in no way does mean I feel normal. Not that I recall what that is like. My good days still mean I am bedridden. I spent Saturday and Sunday nights doing something I love, which is the podcasts - one I cohost and one I am an invited guest.
Monday, I fell. Not to the ground this time, but I was too ambitious, first time since I've been back I tried to use the toaster. I fell, into the counter and bounced back into the stove. I didn't cry right away, but it was a shock. Pain shot through me, ribs shifted, and my legs just gave out. I feel like a failure again.
The blackness takes over with no warning, and pushes me around. I can almost hear it taunting me, laughing.
The 'twitchies' are fairly new, and they are rather disgusting. I have no control, and it hurts. I'm just a glass little thing, and it keeps shattering me. I can't sleep. I lie awake, helpless. I've been in tears for days. Each twitch takes my breath away, and I cry a little bit harder.
How in the hell do I of all people have no control of my body, it's what I am supposed to do. I twitch, I shatter, I cry.
Nothing but a silhouette of a dancer.
I willed it to be Wednesday - I willed myself to sleep the days away, which I didn't do completely.
Why Wednesday? I wanted two days of it to attack without my feeling it. I felt it all. But I did it. I made it. Somehow, I keep making it. Despite this hell, something keeps me holding on. The love and support far outweighs, and it is that that I cannot thank you enough for. I am holding on.
I will watch my dance show tonight, and for a little while I will feel like that ballerina, even though a frozen in time one.
I don't like to live in the past, but live in the now, and the near future.
I'll just be one step behind you.