THE NEW ME

Going through a natural disaster is devastating.

You work you whole life to build your house and just 1 tsunami can tear it down in seconds.

That’s how it felt.

The July following by diagnosis, I was going to spend my summer holiday in Italy.

We had planned to go up North with my brothers for one of my sisters birthday present.

Can you imagine?

On a MOUNTAIN RIDING HORSES! AH!

Right before that, I had another relapse and basically pushed the stuff to release me so that I could go.

Because in that moment I had understood what I was facing.

I may be able to do it today, but no tomorrow.

And as always, I was right.

I’m glad I got to horse ride on my own, one last time.

When I got down from it, I was unable to stop the shaking and spasms. So much so, that during dinner in a restaurant, I couldn’t keep my legs from moving.

Eventually it settle down a bit and I went back to work at the College way earlier that I expected to do a job that wasn’t part of my job description.

I hate when that happens.

So, long story short, I got stressed so much that I had a relapse at work.

It took months to clear up and recovered, but after every relapse I was a little bit less myself.

I couldn’t believe or accept the fact that this is what it is but how is it that it is?

I tried to go back to work on a reduced schedule, but even that wasn’t working.

I realized fairly fast that STRESS was a big trigger of mine.

To reduce it, I stopped everything.

I stopped working and stop studying.

I started meditation and, for a minute there, I though what I read was true.

A friend of mine gave me the book

“ Becoming Superhuman” that talks about meditation but from a scientific point of view, explaining how every body has what it needs to fix itself but needs energy to do it. Through meditation you are able to focus those energy.

I know it sounds like SCI-FI, but find out more here.

I started the treatment about February and since then I was unable to pin point relapses, which I don’t know if it’s good or not.

By the time I started the treatment I had already collected a few disabilities that overtime seem to get worse even without relapses.

It dawned on me that I had to follow my body even more than before, and pushing the limits is one way to do it.

I communicate what I need form the people around me and let them know that if I need help, I’ll ask.

They don’t believe me.😅

In their defence, they know me, and know that I had to come to the brink to admit that I needed more help.

And here we are.

My life stayed on hold until I decided to start this blog, which took a village, literally.

I came to term with what I can and cannot do and deal.

The social pressure that makes you feel some type of way because you should be working, is starting to disappear.

The situation is what it is, and there is no point going against it.

Card games and home visit are the only things that I can say for certain even though I might have a time limit for it.

Hanging at the park when the wheatear allows it.

Going outside, right now when I can still walk somewhat, makes my skin itch but, again, it is what it is.

I’m constantly reassessing the situation and make adjustments.

If you told me I was going to be where I am now, a year ago, I would have laugh.

And now I’m making you laugh with me at a situation that has nothing funny about it.

It’s still me but at the same time it ain’t, how can it be?!?

Now that you are ready, you can jump to the blog.

THERE IS NOTHING NORMAL ABOUT THIS!

WHAT IS HELPING ME