I have read through enough of my own blog posts to see when I began to realize that I was going to have some longer term issues, and one thing I never really anticipated was how my relationships with people would change. Even how I view relationships has changed.
Church is my home up the street from home. I remember looking forward to every aspect from picking out clothes to doing nails and hair and lunching with everyone and through the surgery to fix a deviated septum and one to take out the tonsils I managed to remain on good terms.
When the accident happened, I was 4 semesters away from transferring colleges for my degree in music therapy. As the pain worsened, I threw myself into school and work and volunteering and performing. I was just trying to get through a tough time.
One day I laid down and barely got back up. Everything was on hold. It was about two or three months into 2016 before I went back to church. It was then that I realized that things were different. I was different. I came off of the operating table different from when I went on.
Most of 2016 was spent on recovery efforts. PT multiple days a week plus home exercises, neuro rehab, and trying to get back into the swing of life. My neurosurgeon was concerned about my memory loss, more than any of my other symptoms because by six months it should have at least stopped declining. I ended up with a new PCP who refused to make the referral to the clinic I needed because it required too much extra paperwork.
The pain was coming back with a vengeance and my frustration was mounting. I chose a different practice and when they got a 2 inch thick file, they decided to start at ground zero. 2017 and 2018 were filled with blood draws, EEGs, EKGs, EMS, 72 hour EEG, endometrial biopsy, swallow test, brain and spine imaging every year, neuropsychological exams, FCE, reactions to medications, trips to the ER, seizures, falls, and more tests.
What have the doctors concluded?
SOMETHING is wrong.
Possibly MULTIPLE somethings.
While my “friends” were dating, working, getting married, having kids, and living life, I was being medically electrocuted to test nerves (like FOUR TIMES!!!). I was taking memory medication that showed us that my memory loss is not following the pattern that dementia and Alzheimer’s do. The side effects were egregious, but we hoped. As the tests and treatments got more intense, the easier it was to withdraw.
It’s hard to talk to someone in their thirties who doesn’t lead a medical life. I have nothing in common with so many people and I have a hard time finding common ground with people. My child is almost grown, I am not interested in children and babies. I have been single for 9 years, I cannot relate to dating, boyfriends, husbands, love, drama, romance; after the biopsy, no thanks.
I don’t work anymore, so I don’t go shopping or on vacation. I don’t get invited to anything. At this point, people know I will only go to an event if I have to go in some official capacity. Most know I will not stay long, I probably won’t take any photos, and I WILL sit in the truck.
Obviously, these are qualities that make ME the bad friend in all of these situations. I am unable to adapt because my life has been continuously getting weirder for four years. I am focused on myself and so everyone else is a little blurry. It is so easy for me to walk through a room of people and ignore them all. Sometimes something hurts and I am just trying to find relief. People catch feelings over this but as it turns out, I can’t really focus on multiple things at once without becoming a monster.
Some of the “friends” just showed their true colors with their words or actions. I don’t make a big deal over it, I just don’t really want to have anything to do with this group unless it is necessary. We all do ministry together, and for the good of helping people no burnt bridges because that is not going to assist anyone. We just won’t be eating lunch together, or chit-chatting. Part of this is that I am now unable to ignore my feelings about things and I have lost a few filters. So, I don’t want to give people the idea that we are friends, just that we can accomplish things to help others.
I know that I have to do some growing in this area, but I just cannot connect with people. I think maybe I am jealous that even if I wanted another child, my body would make that very dangerous. I spent my 20s taking care of my daughter and working and into my 30s added school. I dated but my life with my daughter and family was more important than some guy. Now, my daughter is almost grown and I face the prospect of being cared for my my parents until my daughter or a nursing home takes over. I feel like I cheated myself out of those things. I could have taken the time, but I was trying to raise a child.
While I was trying to do everything right, I got rear ended and that effectively ended my life as I knew it. I spent my whole life from 14 to my 30s trying to make life better. I did’t fail. Yet I don’t think people really understand the feeling of constant pain and how that changes priorities and relationships. Parties mean more pain. Showers are pain. Doing hair is pain. Sitting in a dinner chair for an hour is pain. Luckily, social convention says that I just grin and bear it and spend two days recuperating so that I am not depriving people of a good time with a poor attitude. I have an awful attitude, so I stay home.
I go to multiple appointments a week. I have more doctors than I have people I would classify as friends. At least the doctors understand what I am going through in a way. The therapists (I have 5 in different fields) want to hear all about my medical issues.
Everyone else just wants to hear that I am “cured” and back to the Before Michelle and I am not sure that any Michelle actually exists except as a façade of someone who never even really existed. That and as an online presence. Michelle is who everyone is friends with. I am not really her anymore. She was the enjoyable side of me with hopes and dreams and the real me behind her had the drive. My hopes at this point at just less pain and I hope this doesn’t turn into a years of suffering thing. Unfortunately, my real self is prepared for that possibility and it makes everyone else and their lives quite unimportant unless they are in duress.
I changed, and am still in the process of changing and I don’t now how this will affect my role as a minister. I don’t want to be the reason that people stop coming to our church and I especially don’t want to lose control of my tongue. Someone who wants to know how I’m doing/feeling will be the catalyst for my explosive anger. It is by grace alone that I have not already been there.
I don’t know how much longer “Michelle” will hold up, but no one there truly knows me and that is lonely. Everyone who I thought did has shown that I am simply a convenience in their life. Unfortunately, in friendship we both need to get something from it. I get dismissed. I get pitied. I get prayed for. Never just friendship.
Growth may solve this in the future. I hope it does. Until then, I have the internet.