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Two more days and I'll be on a plane coming home. Hard to believe.
I've realized quite a few things on this trip. I suppose that's one thing vacations are good for: taking a step back and seeing what I've been too busy to notice.
1. There is almost nothing about the life I am coming back to that I like. That's very freeing. I can ditch the lot. (Except my feet, sadly.) More on this later.
2. I isolate myself strongly. However, there are some kinds of contact that I want and need (and am not getting). I have to think about this a bit; most times I isolate myself for very good reasons. More on this later too.
3. People apparently see me as strong, confident, etc etc. Inner conflict or wimpiness doesn't show. The vast painful reasons I isolate myself don't show. I think I am a geode. Crack the hard outer shell and I'm totally different inside. Right now it's mainly empty in there, but give me some time and it may be pretty.
4. I need a form of vigorous physical activity I enjoy. This will take some planning; I desperately want to be self-propelled and to be outdoors, which means finding some OTHER activity I enjoy that will strengthen these arms and hands first.
5. There is no point in having money unless I spend it on the things I need: food, shelter, and my physical well-being. If I need a multi-thousand-dollar lightweight athletic-style wheelchair I should buy one. If I need a $7K sit-down Segway I should buy one.
In short, I don't much like who I am lately, and at least some of that is stuff I can change. I will become -- in some weird fashion perhaps -- physically fit again. I will learn to find people I enjoy. I know I can't have the life I want, but I can build something worth having.
I've realized quite a few things on this trip. I suppose that's one thing vacations are good for: taking a step back and seeing what I've been too busy to notice.
1. There is almost nothing about the life I am coming back to that I like. That's very freeing. I can ditch the lot. (Except my feet, sadly.) More on this later.
2. I isolate myself strongly. However, there are some kinds of contact that I want and need (and am not getting). I have to think about this a bit; most times I isolate myself for very good reasons. More on this later too.
3. People apparently see me as strong, confident, etc etc. Inner conflict or wimpiness doesn't show. The vast painful reasons I isolate myself don't show. I think I am a geode. Crack the hard outer shell and I'm totally different inside. Right now it's mainly empty in there, but give me some time and it may be pretty.
4. I need a form of vigorous physical activity I enjoy. This will take some planning; I desperately want to be self-propelled and to be outdoors, which means finding some OTHER activity I enjoy that will strengthen these arms and hands first.
5. There is no point in having money unless I spend it on the things I need: food, shelter, and my physical well-being. If I need a multi-thousand-dollar lightweight athletic-style wheelchair I should buy one. If I need a $7K sit-down Segway I should buy one.
In short, I don't much like who I am lately, and at least some of that is stuff I can change. I will become -- in some weird fashion perhaps -- physically fit again. I will learn to find people I enjoy. I know I can't have the life I want, but I can build something worth having.
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Is there anyone you can sue?
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I have some weird kind of nerve damage. Maybe I can sue my parents for bad genes?
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Did it come on all at once, or suddenly?
Does it still hurt, or did that block thingy work?
On a scale of one to ten, how pissed off are you (cuz I'd be one angry and bitter human being)?
Is there anything I can do?
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It came on over a period of a few weeks I think. Hard to remember (3.5yrs ago now). The block thingy did squat.
I think I'm at about eleven. I am one very angry human being. I could become the kind of person everybody quits talking to. I make snide remarks to those snotty folks who brag about how much exercise they need. Give me another couple years to adjust and I might be a fun person again. I hope so. I like fun.
I don't know. Maybe you can make up something scathingly humorous about it!
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