“PTSD is a whole-body tragedy, an integral human
event of enormous proportions with massive repercussions.”
― Susan Pease Banitt
I always like to start things off very light because some of the subject matter can be difficult. So, being one of two mothers to a toddler boy age 2.5 years can be quite funny at times. For instance, Marshall has this new thing about wanting us to read his books before he goes to bed. No big deal, right? But, now he wants to read them back to us. The other night I was the chosen parent to listen to him telling a story about a truck. Story goes like this……”Vrrrrroooommm Vrrrrooommm a mess, bath, clean…the end!” I couldn’t help but to laugh and tell him, “That was such a good story.” His response was , “Truck dirty.”
We have also realized all of his creative ways to manipulate his mommies when it’s time for bed. The other night Marshall convinced my wife, Melody, to do a full and complete room check for monsters. I mean, if you think about it, what kind of price would Ghostbusters charge for a service like that? Nevertheless, eventually, he ended up in the bed between his moms.
In the morning, I have one of his feet on the side of my head. Apparently, he’s going to be a soccer player because I must’ve taken kidney shots from him all night. But, what made me chuckle was that he was lying across our pillows at the top of the bed. I think Melody is in a coma from pure exhaustion from having to hang on to the 3 inches that Marshall allowed her to use as her bed for the night. I was laying face down in what seemed like a weave that belonged to a cat right next to the concrete wall. I start sneezing like I had just snorted some kind of deadly allergen.
Kids are so innocent. They understand what is in front of them and don’t worry about tomorrow. They call it like they see it until they are conditioned by parents, friends or society to try and conform otherwise. That’s where my job comes in for him as his parent. I worry about things all the time concerning him.
I have said that I was going to take a break from blogging because of my physical symptoms. But, mentally, I have to be able to process somehow. So, I’ll do the best I can.
Yesterday started off with me all excited to blog and do therapy assignments. One of the assignments, I knew would be difficult. Blogging has always seemed to be what I need for now. I took all kinds of medicine and smoked some as well. All day long, I would change my treatment approach to help defeat the “Atomic Migraine” that was forming. I already didn’t feel good but I finished most of both assignments. My wife reminds me that she has an acupuncture appointment later that day. No worries, I’ll get Marshall from daycare. A few hours when she got home, I couldn’t close my eyes or try to walk without feeling nauseous. I begin to think, “Maybe both activities were too much for me today.” I take stronger medicine and begin to smoke wax and keif for something stronger for the nausea and headache. Anxiety meds were added as well because my back hurt so bad. I tried to walk but looked like I had just left a bar that I had been at for several hours. The right side of my head felt like it was on fire and boiling. When I get severe headaches like that, sometimes I exhibit neurological issues. My brain basically turned off once we got in the truck headed to her acupuncture appointment. She actually let me take her appointment because I was so sick. After about two hours of treatment, I was able to walk more normally again. I was still shaky but much better. Most of the rest of the evening was and still is a blur.
So, I don’t know what my exactly my “balance” looks like or is going to feel like. But, I that’s what I keep striving to find. Life is about “Balance.” Right now….well….balance is like a word from another language that I can’t have translated or understand. Even my best day is a struggle.