My legs feel like they have tiny little creatures living underneath their skin just biding their time until they can make an escape. I’ve never had Restless Leg Syndrome (RLS) so badly before, but my “team” seems to think that some of the current medications that I’m on are causing this. I have tons of side effects to the cancer treatment; the treatment no matter what is almost virtually never just the whole story. I am a whole, long, complicated, messy story. I show up, but it ain’t pretty.
Everybody keeps asking me how I am; doctors, therapists, family, friends. The truth– or so I think– is that despite everything that has happened these last 4 months (immunotherapy, being told it may not be working, having 5 surgeries in 2 months which includes a kidney stone on top of it all), my mind feels “OK.” I don’t think of myself as being depressed, though I know I’m a bit anxious, who would’t be? I still long to get back to the life I had before all of this nonsense; when being tired was a daily struggle but I could still see friends and do my laundry and write. That all feels so long ago.
If I was writing chapters, this one would be
Chapter 4: Cry, Rinse, Repeat. And here is what it would say:
It is possible to think that you are OK, but really not be. I don’t say this to scare you, more to give you a “heads up” let’s call it. Don’t be surprised if one day you’re in the car w/ your ____, or at home in your bed, or having a fight w/ ______, or at work talking about _____. It doesn’t really matter where you are, and frankly, it doesn’t really matter who you’re with. Because when it happens, it hurts like hell.
I really did think I was OK. I thought, “Hey, maybe I should be more depressed?” After the 7th doctor asks you about your state of mine you begin to wonder: Well, am I “blue?” Obviously I’m not signing in the rain, but I’ve just been trying to take things one day at a time, meditate, and lean on SHL and my family, and that has all really been helping.
It wasn’t until yesterday that I cried and then, I couldn’t stop. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
It really started not because of pain from the last surgery, but because of side effects. Who at this point knows what’s in my body, and my restless legs have become impossibly restless. The last 4 nights I haven’t slept well; taking hours to fall asleep and then waking up throughout the night. Choppy sleeping s what I call it and it sucks. My legs feel the need to move and I’m tired on top of it all. Go take a walk or do some yoga the websites say. F&*^ that! Are you kidding me? I’m delirious.
My stomach feels tight, so tight, regardless of what I eat. I miss eating with enjoyment. It feels like I’ve stubbed my toe something awful but I’m at the point where the pain is just now registering in my brain. How bad is it gonna be?
One of my 17 doctors on the case finally gives ms something for the RLS (Is there something for I’m about to have a nervous breakdown?!), but I’m still foggy and feel like I can’t concentrate or put my heart into anything except love, which I guess in this case is pretty good, actually. I’m still in the crying state, and not really because of the pain of the last surgery, which was 11 days ago. That’s there, in a subtle way, like some mud in a whole pile of shit. I’ve weaned off of the pain meds so maybe I’m having some withdrawal side effects, but regardless, as David says in Friends episode of a very, very tiny diamond ring, “And uhm, the clarity is quite poor.” He’s talking about a ring, but I could say the same of my life.