We had a fantastic day on the road today. We experienced little heavy traffic, avoided any and all foul weather, and got from Hammond, IN to Saint Paul in LESS than eight hours. That includes two pit stops (one of which was also a re-fueling stop) and an hour long lunch at the Norske Nook in Osseo, WI. My wife did a bulk of the driving, but I also took a shift. While it taxed me, I handled the situations and my mood better than I did yesterday.
I drove from just across the Wisconsin and Illinois border until the first Dells exit. It turned out to be more than we had planned on me driving, but part of that was how frazzled I was at the end. Most of the stretch was good, but traffic got boggy around Madison (which frustrated me again). I also struggled with the argument that my wife and daughter had around the same time. My daughter is amazing, but she is also twelve (soon to be thirteen). She has a HUGE heart, but is prone to defensiveness whenever she is forced to confront uncomfortable issues. My wife was suggesting that our daughter start practicing her trombone soon. That did not go over well, and the ensuing conflict resulted in our daughter (once again) being disrespectful to my wife. I did not explode, but I wanted to do so. I fumed about it, though, which made my wife nervous. To her credit, she gave me space (and encouraged our daughter to do the same). My wife also confronted our daughter about the disrespectful language - in a calm and appropriate way. While I did wind up pushing 20 miles farther than I had initially planned (due to a cruddy set of circumstances - poor lane changing and an unhelpful exit configuration), we all stayed grounded.
Other than that one moment, the rest of the trip was fairly low key. All three of us were thrilled to get home, but also had a blast on vacation. I truly can't remember another trip that ended this well. My wife and I both got some work done tonight, and we created a rough plan for the week. She needs to get a presentation planned, so she is likely going into her office tomorrow even though she took the day "off." I am hoping to get one or two small things done around the house, but I am making a conscious effort to keep Monday and Tuesday light because I know I need to recover from the trip, particularly the realities of spending two long days in the car. Our daughter was scheming plans for herself three days ago. She even went to a friend's house tonight. I am looking forward to spend a least two or three days with her during the next two weeks. It should be fun to "goof off" with her even as I get myself into school mode.
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Sunday, August 9, 2009
Friday, August 7, 2009
Craft Craze
I had an excellent time today going to look at crafters. Unfortunately, my wife was too ill to join us, so my daughter and I ventured out alone. We needed to exchange a shirt at the aquarium first, which was also an excuse for my daughter to get an awesome funnel cake (it looked like a pound of powdered sugar!). Then, we headed east for the eight mile artisan loop. Since it was hot, we knew that we could not go to many places, but we did check out a few shops.
The woodwork and art that we found blew my mind. I am glad that we made the trip because I will now push harder to make it a priority the next time that we come here. Gatlinburg has amazing talent in this eight mile loop. We did make a few purchases, but I was tempted to get far more. Wisely, I realized that my wife would need to okay the larger purchases. It simply means that we need to return here again.
The best part of the day, though, was simply getting out. My sinuses definitely seemed to be better today. I felt good being more alert and having the chance to connect with my daughter. I continue to worry that narcolepsy will prevent me from knowing as well as I might. Gratefully, days like today remind me that I can find windows. I am excited to head home, but feel like I had a great vacation inspite of my medical woes. We have already packed most of our stuff, allowing us to plan for a 6 AM departure. I hope that I can be ready since I was the delay on both days of our driving down here. Tomorrow is definitely the "longer" day, but we should hit our worst stretch (Pigeon Forge - 5 miles in one hour) before anyone else is actually awake. We will stay in northern Indiana again, but booked a hotel slightly closer to Chicago. I like that I am ending this trip on an upbeat note. That has not been my previous experience very often.
The woodwork and art that we found blew my mind. I am glad that we made the trip because I will now push harder to make it a priority the next time that we come here. Gatlinburg has amazing talent in this eight mile loop. We did make a few purchases, but I was tempted to get far more. Wisely, I realized that my wife would need to okay the larger purchases. It simply means that we need to return here again.
The best part of the day, though, was simply getting out. My sinuses definitely seemed to be better today. I felt good being more alert and having the chance to connect with my daughter. I continue to worry that narcolepsy will prevent me from knowing as well as I might. Gratefully, days like today remind me that I can find windows. I am excited to head home, but feel like I had a great vacation inspite of my medical woes. We have already packed most of our stuff, allowing us to plan for a 6 AM departure. I hope that I can be ready since I was the delay on both days of our driving down here. Tomorrow is definitely the "longer" day, but we should hit our worst stretch (Pigeon Forge - 5 miles in one hour) before anyone else is actually awake. We will stay in northern Indiana again, but booked a hotel slightly closer to Chicago. I like that I am ending this trip on an upbeat note. That has not been my previous experience very often.
Slow Startup
Today is our last day in Tennessee. We will rise early tomorrow and hit the road. While I am not looking forward to two days in a car, I am looking forward to getting back home. I feel good that I still have two weeks before I am back at school. I have oodles of things to do - at home and for school, but I will continue to approach them at the pace that I can handle. Today definitely feels similar to that. My wife went on a driving loop last night by herself. She enjoyed it immensely, but came home even sicker than she was. Thus, I am the only one up this morning. Hopefully, we will still try to visit some of the craft shops today, but I love that we can have such a relaxed start to our "final day." Far too often, a day like this is treated frenetically, cramming in activities for each waking moment. Instead, we will take in what we can and simply appreciate the chance to spend time together.
I find myself grateful for the many opportunities to slow down my life and expectations. My brain continues to push me, but I am getting better at letting go. I am even able to appreciate the fleeting moments when I do achieve a level of balance. Those moments are not nearly as frequent as I would like, but the fact that success brings joy rather than regret is a huge improvement. For years, a moment of serenity would bring angst rather than relief. I would berate myself for my inability to "feel serene" more often - how screwed up is that? Thus, I am highly content to lounge this morning, at peace with my upbeat outlook.
That said, I do need to find a bit more structure to my days when I get back home. The start of school is still three weeks away, but I need to begin adapting my schedule and routine now, since I know that a radical shift will not sit well with my brain or physical health. I also need to find a physical routine. The hiking and rafting has been great, but my body hurts all over as a result. More than anything else, I need to strengthen my knees. They are hurting constantly these days. I must spend some time over the next three weeks to get them ready for standing frequently during the school day. If I don't, it will be a LONG year. I find juggling exercise, my family, my sanity, and my job one of the most frustrating aspects of narcolepsy. All of them take energy from me, but all of them are vitally necessary.
I find myself grateful for the many opportunities to slow down my life and expectations. My brain continues to push me, but I am getting better at letting go. I am even able to appreciate the fleeting moments when I do achieve a level of balance. Those moments are not nearly as frequent as I would like, but the fact that success brings joy rather than regret is a huge improvement. For years, a moment of serenity would bring angst rather than relief. I would berate myself for my inability to "feel serene" more often - how screwed up is that? Thus, I am highly content to lounge this morning, at peace with my upbeat outlook.
That said, I do need to find a bit more structure to my days when I get back home. The start of school is still three weeks away, but I need to begin adapting my schedule and routine now, since I know that a radical shift will not sit well with my brain or physical health. I also need to find a physical routine. The hiking and rafting has been great, but my body hurts all over as a result. More than anything else, I need to strengthen my knees. They are hurting constantly these days. I must spend some time over the next three weeks to get them ready for standing frequently during the school day. If I don't, it will be a LONG year. I find juggling exercise, my family, my sanity, and my job one of the most frustrating aspects of narcolepsy. All of them take energy from me, but all of them are vitally necessary.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Internet Interruption
I love that I am constantly learning new things about myself. While a portion of that statement is facetious, I do like that I am open enough to recognize important factors about my mental and physical health. So, we are on vacation. Gatlinburg has been great, but my sinuses has not. I am also furious that my resort DOES offer an internet connection, but for a fee. I realized this after returning from McDonald's on Sunday. My rage only increased when I learned that the resort's internet is provided by Wayport. While Wayport has been around for a while, apparently the company is now owned by AT&T. The irony is that I am supposed to be able to connect to AT&T wifi because of my own internet connection at home. In fact, I used the Wayport connection at McDonald's! I finally caved in and paid for 24 hours on our room connection. I needed to do that.
My health woes have made for a long week, but it has also been hard because I don't do well when I have "unstructured" time. We have done some hiking, gone white water rafting, and visited the Aquarium of the Smokies. Those activities have been awesome. Unfortunately, those things drained me (because I have narcolepsy) and left me sitting around our townhouse at the resort. When I don't have ways to distract myself, I tend to get stuck in my own head. To avoid that I have watched a ridiculous amount of TV. I would have done far more productive things had I had an internet connection, but that was not possible. I also knew that trying to DO other things would be a disaster, since my limited excursions have left me wiped out. That might be the most frustrating aspect of this. This trip is the first long one that we have taken since I have begun to figure out how to live effectively with my narcolepsy. Unfortunately, I was not prepared for it. The lack of the internet connection, coupled with how much two LONG days in the car took out of me, has made it difficult for me to be upbeat. I also know that I am bring down the moods of my wife and my daughter. We are having fun, but my limited participation certainly impacts them.
I am now in hour 30 of a killer sinus headache too. It improves at times, but on the whole, the dull and constant pain in my left temple is getting old (to say the least). I skipped the hike this morning in hopes that I would feel better, but it made no difference. I am also afraid that I will get worse when we spend two days in the car driving home. Hopefully, tomorrow will be a good day. We plan to visit some of the shops on the craft circle - an eight mile loop of various artisans. It should be a blast, but all of us are under the weather. We certainly will not push ourselves, but it is definitely a burden on my wife. She clearly has a cold, but is trying to pick up my slack. I am doing my best to stay positive and engage with my wife and daughter, but there is only so much that my body can give. I will attempt to keep smiling and give everything that I can!
My health woes have made for a long week, but it has also been hard because I don't do well when I have "unstructured" time. We have done some hiking, gone white water rafting, and visited the Aquarium of the Smokies. Those activities have been awesome. Unfortunately, those things drained me (because I have narcolepsy) and left me sitting around our townhouse at the resort. When I don't have ways to distract myself, I tend to get stuck in my own head. To avoid that I have watched a ridiculous amount of TV. I would have done far more productive things had I had an internet connection, but that was not possible. I also knew that trying to DO other things would be a disaster, since my limited excursions have left me wiped out. That might be the most frustrating aspect of this. This trip is the first long one that we have taken since I have begun to figure out how to live effectively with my narcolepsy. Unfortunately, I was not prepared for it. The lack of the internet connection, coupled with how much two LONG days in the car took out of me, has made it difficult for me to be upbeat. I also know that I am bring down the moods of my wife and my daughter. We are having fun, but my limited participation certainly impacts them.
I am now in hour 30 of a killer sinus headache too. It improves at times, but on the whole, the dull and constant pain in my left temple is getting old (to say the least). I skipped the hike this morning in hopes that I would feel better, but it made no difference. I am also afraid that I will get worse when we spend two days in the car driving home. Hopefully, tomorrow will be a good day. We plan to visit some of the shops on the craft circle - an eight mile loop of various artisans. It should be a blast, but all of us are under the weather. We certainly will not push ourselves, but it is definitely a burden on my wife. She clearly has a cold, but is trying to pick up my slack. I am doing my best to stay positive and engage with my wife and daughter, but there is only so much that my body can give. I will attempt to keep smiling and give everything that I can!
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Meandering Moodiness
While today was slightly better than yesterday, I have yet to find any traction this week. That said, I did enjoy my day. My daughter and I continued to enjoy her new Wii game. Animal Crossing is ridiculously silly. You essentially fish, catch bugs, run errands for your neighbors, and dig up fossils. At the same time, it is hilarious. I must admit that the best part is spending time with my daughter. Although we did manage to limit the Wii time, it was still past noon when we "finished." We then went to lunch and took in a movie together. I do believe that things went well, but I still worry that I am not connecting with her enough.
I did manage to do one thing for my wife today. I got groceries, which we desperately needed. At the driving in the afternoon, I was a tad worried about driving again, but I rested for an hour before going shopping. Still, the trip to the store finished me for the night. I was able to let go of my anxiety over the things that I have not even started yet for my meeting in the morning. I think I can get a couple things done when I wake up, but I doubt I will have it all finished. Hopefully, my colleagues will understand and forgive me. I also have an appointment with my sleep doctor tomorrow. I need to pull together some questions for him. The appointment should go fine, but I also wish I had a firmer grasp on my current mental state. I am not sure how well my meds are working, but worry about trying to ask for anonther stimulant. We will see.
This needs to be short tonight because I need to get to sleep. I am painfully aware that my own inability to re-establish any sense of a schedule has been reeking havoc with my entire state of being - mentally, physically, emotionally. The good news is that I still have a week and a half of July. Then, I will get three weeks of August before school starts. That is a tremendous amount of time, but I must start moving in a better direction.
I did manage to do one thing for my wife today. I got groceries, which we desperately needed. At the driving in the afternoon, I was a tad worried about driving again, but I rested for an hour before going shopping. Still, the trip to the store finished me for the night. I was able to let go of my anxiety over the things that I have not even started yet for my meeting in the morning. I think I can get a couple things done when I wake up, but I doubt I will have it all finished. Hopefully, my colleagues will understand and forgive me. I also have an appointment with my sleep doctor tomorrow. I need to pull together some questions for him. The appointment should go fine, but I also wish I had a firmer grasp on my current mental state. I am not sure how well my meds are working, but worry about trying to ask for anonther stimulant. We will see.
This needs to be short tonight because I need to get to sleep. I am painfully aware that my own inability to re-establish any sense of a schedule has been reeking havoc with my entire state of being - mentally, physically, emotionally. The good news is that I still have a week and a half of July. Then, I will get three weeks of August before school starts. That is a tremendous amount of time, but I must start moving in a better direction.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Deepening Depression
Today was hard. I had an okay day, but I truly felt paralyzed when it came to doing any work. There is so much on my plate, and I have no idea where to begin. Confusing the situation is the sensation that I have not done much just for me recently. Many of my actions have "helped" me and others, but I occasionally have this burgeoning sensation of selfishness. I feel like I need to take a few days and just do things for me - read books that I want to read, watch movies that I want to watch, and let everything else go. Unfortunately, such an option is as unrealistic as my desire to clean the entire house in a day. One, I cannot afford for me to take those days because I need to help my wife and I need to get ready for the school year. Two, even if I COULD take the days, my brain would not let me. I would still not be able to focus even if I was doing things just for me. Instead, I would question whether that "me time" was warranted. If that sounds crazy, I can assure you, it also feels crazy.
I know that my continued sleepiness is a major factor in my indecision. When I am this rundown, I do not do well with decision-making. Also contributing to my consternation today was the cool and rainy nature of the day. The atmospheric pressure was literally weighing on my mind. Sadly, tomorrow may be more of the same. I also MUST do a better job of putting some structure to my day. Without any, I meander all of the place. It is imperative that I make a daily schedule a habit for myself. By doing so, I will be able to manage my day and my sanity with far greater balance.
Of course, all of these thoughts must be framed within the reality of my narcolepsy. No matter how good I get at setting a schedule, or accepting the weather, or handling difficult days, in the end, I will always feel tired even with my medication, even with the best night of sleep that I can get. That is the hard truth. I also know that I will invariably encounter "off days" because of the nature of narcolepsy. It is impossible to believe that I will be able to accept the constant sleepiness that I will have every day for the rest of my life. Eventually, my frustrations will build to the point that I need to rail against my disease for a time. I do hope that I will spread out those rotten days at wider and wider intervals, but I must accept that they will never go away. I hate that, but it is my life.
To end on an upbeat note, I did have fun playing a new game on our Wii today. My daughter bought Animal Crossing: City Folk. The game is super cute, and she and I both have a character in the town. While I must be careful (because this type of adventure game could consume me), I loved playing and watching the game with her. It was a silly and light-hearted moment for the two of us. I am sure we will play a little tomorrow too, but we are also going to have an adventure. Hopefully, that excurision will provide some fun for the two of us AND some structure for me.
I know that my continued sleepiness is a major factor in my indecision. When I am this rundown, I do not do well with decision-making. Also contributing to my consternation today was the cool and rainy nature of the day. The atmospheric pressure was literally weighing on my mind. Sadly, tomorrow may be more of the same. I also MUST do a better job of putting some structure to my day. Without any, I meander all of the place. It is imperative that I make a daily schedule a habit for myself. By doing so, I will be able to manage my day and my sanity with far greater balance.
Of course, all of these thoughts must be framed within the reality of my narcolepsy. No matter how good I get at setting a schedule, or accepting the weather, or handling difficult days, in the end, I will always feel tired even with my medication, even with the best night of sleep that I can get. That is the hard truth. I also know that I will invariably encounter "off days" because of the nature of narcolepsy. It is impossible to believe that I will be able to accept the constant sleepiness that I will have every day for the rest of my life. Eventually, my frustrations will build to the point that I need to rail against my disease for a time. I do hope that I will spread out those rotten days at wider and wider intervals, but I must accept that they will never go away. I hate that, but it is my life.
To end on an upbeat note, I did have fun playing a new game on our Wii today. My daughter bought Animal Crossing: City Folk. The game is super cute, and she and I both have a character in the town. While I must be careful (because this type of adventure game could consume me), I loved playing and watching the game with her. It was a silly and light-hearted moment for the two of us. I am sure we will play a little tomorrow too, but we are also going to have an adventure. Hopefully, that excurision will provide some fun for the two of us AND some structure for me.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Slow Sunday
Everyone got up late in our house today. As always, I was the first one up - Xyrem in a midnight and 3 AM means I am awake at 8-8:30 am. Today was no different. Of course, the physical exertion of cleaning up last night and the emotional strain of watching my daughter left me completely washed out. My wife finally arose around 10:45, and we got my daughter up at 11:15. I have no doubt that the stress of the play drained both of them. While my daughter loved the entire experience, she expended ridiculous amounts of energy, especially in the last seven days. As Alice, she was literally on the stage every moment of the play, and she gave to the audience for the full 95-100 minutes both nights. For my poor wife, the drain can primarily from insane nervous energy. I have seen my wife stressed about her own presentations, but that is nothing compared to her fretting over our daughter's performance. Since our daughter has definitely been bitten by the performance bug, I am hoping that my wife's anxiety will start to settle down.
Once we got up, we did nothing. I don't think any of us had much motivation today. We did decide to check out Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. We loved the film, but even that trip to the film depleted the minimal energy that any of us had. I got home and felt like collapsing. Thankfully, my wife was able to let go of her own concerns about getting work done. I definitely would have found it more difficult to shut down tonight had my wife tried to push herself to do more work, partly because she has done a bulk of the work that was required from parents for the play. I sincerely hope that I can get back into a better groove in this coming week. I certainly have done a decent job, but I want to find a healthier balance in my work efforts and my exercising.
Although today was incredibly low key, it is wonderful to realize that we were able to have a day like this as a family. Far too often, we have isolated on days like this one. Or, one or two of us will be frenetic, while someone else shuts down. Rather than begrudging each other, we celebrated our fatigue together. As the PWN in the family, I truly appreciate that. As I have said many times, my wife and my daughter are the two people who I still worry about disappointing. Thus, days like today can be dangerous for me. Instead, today was heavenly.
Once we got up, we did nothing. I don't think any of us had much motivation today. We did decide to check out Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. We loved the film, but even that trip to the film depleted the minimal energy that any of us had. I got home and felt like collapsing. Thankfully, my wife was able to let go of her own concerns about getting work done. I definitely would have found it more difficult to shut down tonight had my wife tried to push herself to do more work, partly because she has done a bulk of the work that was required from parents for the play. I sincerely hope that I can get back into a better groove in this coming week. I certainly have done a decent job, but I want to find a healthier balance in my work efforts and my exercising.
Although today was incredibly low key, it is wonderful to realize that we were able to have a day like this as a family. Far too often, we have isolated on days like this one. Or, one or two of us will be frenetic, while someone else shuts down. Rather than begrudging each other, we celebrated our fatigue together. As the PWN in the family, I truly appreciate that. As I have said many times, my wife and my daughter are the two people who I still worry about disappointing. Thus, days like today can be dangerous for me. Instead, today was heavenly.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Magical Madness
The hour is late. We just got home from the set strike from my daughter's play. Technically, my wife and I got home just now from set strike; my daughter just got home from the cast party. Today was an insane whirlwind of activity. After having the first full night of Xyrem after three days of half doses, I was slow to rise this morning. I eventually got up and let my wife and daughter sleep. They were both wiped out after the stress and the exultation of yesterday's performance. I played a little on the Wii, did the crossword, and got a couple of things together for my MOONS-MN gathering. Then, when my wife did wake up, we had our weekly "talk time."
I truly enjoy our weekly ritual, but today was extra special because we basically talk about how much we both enjoyed seeing our daughter perform. Soon, though, I needed to get ready for MOONS. I got to the MOONS meeting early because we had to use a different room this time. Park Nicollet Methodist Hospital was doing maintenance work in our usual room. The new spot was tough to find. I did try to put up some signs, but then stood near the entrance to the hospital to make sure people knew where to go. I also wound up going up and down the stairs repeatedly because our usual meeting room is down one floor. Thankfully, I spotted most folks and got them to the room. The afternoon was a blast because we had 11 people there simply sharing their stories and chatting about life with narcolepsy. One of the best things was the age range. We spanned from 21 up to 80. I have high hopes for the direction that MOONS continues to take.
After the meeting broke up, I had to hop back in my car to get home. Traffic was rotten, so I got home at 5:05. Fifteen minutes later we were in the car heading for my daughter's show. My wife and I helped clean the floor before the performance because there was still popcorn crumbs in many spots. Then we did other odd jobs. The performance was even better tonight, and our daughter was radiant yet again. I am thrilled that this was such a good experience for her. Finally, our daughter got to hang out with her friends on the cast, while my wife and I helped get everything in order.
Although it is late, and I will definitely pay for the energy I exerted today, everything was worth it. The time with my wife and the MOONS meeting would have made for an awesome day if only one had happened. But the fact that both took place today, AND I got to see my daughter light up the stage yet again, makes this a day to remember. Crazy and chaotic though it was, the day was glorious.
I truly enjoy our weekly ritual, but today was extra special because we basically talk about how much we both enjoyed seeing our daughter perform. Soon, though, I needed to get ready for MOONS. I got to the MOONS meeting early because we had to use a different room this time. Park Nicollet Methodist Hospital was doing maintenance work in our usual room. The new spot was tough to find. I did try to put up some signs, but then stood near the entrance to the hospital to make sure people knew where to go. I also wound up going up and down the stairs repeatedly because our usual meeting room is down one floor. Thankfully, I spotted most folks and got them to the room. The afternoon was a blast because we had 11 people there simply sharing their stories and chatting about life with narcolepsy. One of the best things was the age range. We spanned from 21 up to 80. I have high hopes for the direction that MOONS continues to take.
After the meeting broke up, I had to hop back in my car to get home. Traffic was rotten, so I got home at 5:05. Fifteen minutes later we were in the car heading for my daughter's show. My wife and I helped clean the floor before the performance because there was still popcorn crumbs in many spots. Then we did other odd jobs. The performance was even better tonight, and our daughter was radiant yet again. I am thrilled that this was such a good experience for her. Finally, our daughter got to hang out with her friends on the cast, while my wife and I helped get everything in order.
Although it is late, and I will definitely pay for the energy I exerted today, everything was worth it. The time with my wife and the MOONS meeting would have made for an awesome day if only one had happened. But the fact that both took place today, AND I got to see my daughter light up the stage yet again, makes this a day to remember. Crazy and chaotic though it was, the day was glorious.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Properly Proud Papa
I rarely post twice in the same day, but I needed to write this immediately upon returning home. My daughter was amazing. The entire show came together phenomenally well, but my daughter's performance took my breath away. Her acting already has impressed me in the past, but what she did on stage tonight blew my mind. She stayed in character the entire time, even though she is on the stage the entire time. She even created some ad lib when one of the performers was late to the stage. If I had only seen her act tonight, I would be walking on a cloud for weeks. She was that good! And, the fact that the entire cast pulled together as they did tonight is a true testament to the hard work these kids have all put into the show.
What I was completely unprepared for, though, was the stunning beauty of my daughter's voice. I have heard my daughter sing before. I have even heard her sing the songs to this show. But, my daughter apparently has a WHOLE different gear for "performing." She sang with power, grace, style, and energy tonight. Her range is impressive, particularly considering her lack of any formal voice training. Even more impressive, though, was the richness and strength in her tone. She injected tremendous emotion into her words. Her big solos are in the second half of the show, after spending a full hour under the lights speaking and performing non-stop during Act I. The fact that she could still speak is incredible, but her first song in particular literally made people cry it was so touching. And while the lyrics are a small piece of that, far more of the tenderness was due to the way my daughter sang it. I am awed by her.
What I was completely unprepared for, though, was the stunning beauty of my daughter's voice. I have heard my daughter sing before. I have even heard her sing the songs to this show. But, my daughter apparently has a WHOLE different gear for "performing." She sang with power, grace, style, and energy tonight. Her range is impressive, particularly considering her lack of any formal voice training. Even more impressive, though, was the richness and strength in her tone. She injected tremendous emotion into her words. Her big solos are in the second half of the show, after spending a full hour under the lights speaking and performing non-stop during Act I. The fact that she could still speak is incredible, but her first song in particular literally made people cry it was so touching. And while the lyrics are a small piece of that, far more of the tenderness was due to the way my daughter sang it. I am awed by her.
Paying Penance
In the cosmic ebb and flow of my life, I knew a day like today was coming soon. Last night, for the third night in a row, I did not make it to my bed until "today" (meaning post-midnight). While it is summer, and I do not have looming deadlines, I can ill afford to get wildly off my regular schedule. The transition back would take me one to two weeks at least. That said, I am then faced with getting up after only one dose of Xyrem. That prospect is also rotten because I eventually get overly run down and cranky. I finally decided last night that I would actually do my second dose of Xyrem at 4 AM and would then be way off my regular routine.
Instead, I slept through the alarm until 5:15 AM. Since today is the opening show in my daughter's play, I figured I'd better not risk sleeping the entire morning away. Thus, I rose at 5:30 AM after only the one dose of Xyrem. Needless to say, I feel terrible today. My body is furious that I have not gotten nearly enough sleep of late. I also am feeling bizarre pains in the strangest of places because I have done little exercising this past week. I am so "off" that I actually had a sleep attack mid-morning while trying to do some work. I know it is bad when my sleep attacks are strong than 30 mg of amphetamine less than 2 hours after I have taken it.
Fortunately, the day has been extremely low key at our home. I had hoped to run some errands, but I realized mid-morning that it would be unwise for me to try. Instead, I simply plodded my way through some work for school. It was nothing more than data entry, but it will help us throughout the year. One of my greatest lessons from my narcolepsy is to accept the situation at hand and then to allow myself to adjust to it. Even a year ago, my day going sour would have derailed me completely. That would be bad on any day, but if I had lost my cool today, it would have been grossly unfair to my daughter (and my wife).
Underlying the normal zaniness of our home, a subtle (yet overt) pressure has been building all week. Tonight at 7 PM CDT, my daughter will perform with other children from her school - Wonderland! The Musical Misadventures of a Girl Named Alice. Given my daughter's personality, the tension would have been mounting even if her role was nothing more than a chorus member, but she is actually Alice in the show. She definitely has worked hard and is super excited, but her butterflies are likely the size of Mothra right now. AND, her mother (my wife) might be even more nervous. I have no doubt that she will be fantastic, but I also know that my daughter is like me, so she will dwell on every missed line and bad note. Our daugher will be on the stage for the entire performance, has approximately 300 lines, and sing the majority of two of the songs as solos. In other words, she is working her tail off the entire time. Having run lines with her, I know she will be spectacular and the show will be a hit.
But, even "knowing" that, it would have been unwise for me to risk coming unglued today. Beyond working on my few minor items, I tried to help my wife and to support my daughter. I also worked to keep the mood light. I suggested that we watch Shakespeare in Love. Not only is an "actor's movie" with all of the behind the scenes silliness, but also it is a great reminder that "it all works out in the end." As Henslowe says, we don't know why or how - it's a mystery. I think it is important for my daugher to have that in mind for tonight. The cast has first graders through graduated eighth graders in it. They also have NEVER had an uninterrupted run through of the play - the music director is a tad flaky. When the first "complete" run is on opening night, it can be unnerving. But I am hoping that my daughter can remember that as long as they smile, laugh, sing, and do most of their lines in order, everyone will adore the show.
My final regret in all of this, though, is that part of me wishes that I did not have to go tonight. Truth be told, I am too tired to appreciate it. Nevertheless, I would not miss this for the world. My daughter is far too important to me to let my narcolepsy get in the way. At the same time, I dearly hope that I will be able to forgive myself if I fall asleep at her show. I don't think that will happen, but anything is possible, especially the way I am feeling today. And, even as I write that I realize that I have yet to take my second dose of amphetamine for today - oops! I LOVE this crazy condition. I need to get those meds right now, but my error may just be the thing that keeps me awake through the entire show.
Instead, I slept through the alarm until 5:15 AM. Since today is the opening show in my daughter's play, I figured I'd better not risk sleeping the entire morning away. Thus, I rose at 5:30 AM after only the one dose of Xyrem. Needless to say, I feel terrible today. My body is furious that I have not gotten nearly enough sleep of late. I also am feeling bizarre pains in the strangest of places because I have done little exercising this past week. I am so "off" that I actually had a sleep attack mid-morning while trying to do some work. I know it is bad when my sleep attacks are strong than 30 mg of amphetamine less than 2 hours after I have taken it.
Fortunately, the day has been extremely low key at our home. I had hoped to run some errands, but I realized mid-morning that it would be unwise for me to try. Instead, I simply plodded my way through some work for school. It was nothing more than data entry, but it will help us throughout the year. One of my greatest lessons from my narcolepsy is to accept the situation at hand and then to allow myself to adjust to it. Even a year ago, my day going sour would have derailed me completely. That would be bad on any day, but if I had lost my cool today, it would have been grossly unfair to my daughter (and my wife).
Underlying the normal zaniness of our home, a subtle (yet overt) pressure has been building all week. Tonight at 7 PM CDT, my daughter will perform with other children from her school - Wonderland! The Musical Misadventures of a Girl Named Alice. Given my daughter's personality, the tension would have been mounting even if her role was nothing more than a chorus member, but she is actually Alice in the show. She definitely has worked hard and is super excited, but her butterflies are likely the size of Mothra right now. AND, her mother (my wife) might be even more nervous. I have no doubt that she will be fantastic, but I also know that my daughter is like me, so she will dwell on every missed line and bad note. Our daugher will be on the stage for the entire performance, has approximately 300 lines, and sing the majority of two of the songs as solos. In other words, she is working her tail off the entire time. Having run lines with her, I know she will be spectacular and the show will be a hit.
But, even "knowing" that, it would have been unwise for me to risk coming unglued today. Beyond working on my few minor items, I tried to help my wife and to support my daughter. I also worked to keep the mood light. I suggested that we watch Shakespeare in Love. Not only is an "actor's movie" with all of the behind the scenes silliness, but also it is a great reminder that "it all works out in the end." As Henslowe says, we don't know why or how - it's a mystery. I think it is important for my daugher to have that in mind for tonight. The cast has first graders through graduated eighth graders in it. They also have NEVER had an uninterrupted run through of the play - the music director is a tad flaky. When the first "complete" run is on opening night, it can be unnerving. But I am hoping that my daughter can remember that as long as they smile, laugh, sing, and do most of their lines in order, everyone will adore the show.
My final regret in all of this, though, is that part of me wishes that I did not have to go tonight. Truth be told, I am too tired to appreciate it. Nevertheless, I would not miss this for the world. My daughter is far too important to me to let my narcolepsy get in the way. At the same time, I dearly hope that I will be able to forgive myself if I fall asleep at her show. I don't think that will happen, but anything is possible, especially the way I am feeling today. And, even as I write that I realize that I have yet to take my second dose of amphetamine for today - oops! I LOVE this crazy condition. I need to get those meds right now, but my error may just be the thing that keeps me awake through the entire show.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Birthday of Beauty
Today is my wife's birthday. Hopefully, I have done enough (and will continue to do enough) to let her know how much I adore her. One of my greatest frustrations with narcolepsy is that it often keeps me from doting on my wife to the levels that she deserves. She is truly amazing. Beyond putting up with me, my wife manages to excel at an incredibly difficult job, to provide tremendous care to our daughter, and to maintain our household at levels that dazzle me.
I do hope that other people have been able to marry (or to be partners) with their best friend. My wife is an amazing blessing to me. She supported me throughout the awful journey that eventually led to my diagnosis, and she continued to keep my spirits up when I struggled to find the right meds. But, beyond those things, my wife provides me (and our daughter and the world) positive energy on a daily basis. She is quick to laugh and has a glorious sense of humor. She can even been childishly silly, which I love because I can too!
Yet, her magnificent intelligent regularly awes the doctors in the Department of Medicine at the University of Minnesota. My wife edits articles and grant proposals, particularly high level NIH grants. And, she is exceptional at what she does. Every physician, or other professor, who works with her raves about her talent as a writer and editor. My wife even has two published books. While multiple authors worked on the books, my wife did a vast majority of the "final" writing. The first book explored how to create a research productive department, while the second delves into effective mentoring.
The most amazing thing, though, is that my wife's great talent has nothing to do with her brilliance. Simply put, my wife is the kindest, sweetest, and most earnest person I have ever known. She goes out of her way to help others. She is also loyal to a fault. In fact, she is so loyal that she will choose honesty over self-preservation. She calls out injustice and dishonesty even when she knows that it may cost her social status. My wife exudes grace and class.
In the end, though, my wife is a person who deserves far more than the world gives her. I wish that my narcolepsy did not make it so difficult for me. I would love to shower her with gifts and affection. She deserves to be placed upon a pedestal. While I know I can't give her much, I will hold her tonight and whisper sweetly in her ear. One thing I know, simply letting my wife know how much she is appreciated will mean the world to her because she is a saint!
I do hope that other people have been able to marry (or to be partners) with their best friend. My wife is an amazing blessing to me. She supported me throughout the awful journey that eventually led to my diagnosis, and she continued to keep my spirits up when I struggled to find the right meds. But, beyond those things, my wife provides me (and our daughter and the world) positive energy on a daily basis. She is quick to laugh and has a glorious sense of humor. She can even been childishly silly, which I love because I can too!
Yet, her magnificent intelligent regularly awes the doctors in the Department of Medicine at the University of Minnesota. My wife edits articles and grant proposals, particularly high level NIH grants. And, she is exceptional at what she does. Every physician, or other professor, who works with her raves about her talent as a writer and editor. My wife even has two published books. While multiple authors worked on the books, my wife did a vast majority of the "final" writing. The first book explored how to create a research productive department, while the second delves into effective mentoring.
The most amazing thing, though, is that my wife's great talent has nothing to do with her brilliance. Simply put, my wife is the kindest, sweetest, and most earnest person I have ever known. She goes out of her way to help others. She is also loyal to a fault. In fact, she is so loyal that she will choose honesty over self-preservation. She calls out injustice and dishonesty even when she knows that it may cost her social status. My wife exudes grace and class.
In the end, though, my wife is a person who deserves far more than the world gives her. I wish that my narcolepsy did not make it so difficult for me. I would love to shower her with gifts and affection. She deserves to be placed upon a pedestal. While I know I can't give her much, I will hold her tonight and whisper sweetly in her ear. One thing I know, simply letting my wife know how much she is appreciated will mean the world to her because she is a saint!
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Foolish and Frustrating Fourth
What a difference a day makes! I knew that I would pay a price for staying yesterday (and for not worrying about the energy that I was expending), but I had no idea that level, extent, or immediacy that the payback would affect my entire family. Narcolepsy reared its ugly head and brought along some other friends as soon as my day began today. We all got up slowly because we had gotten home so late. At the same time, I knew that my wife desperately wanted to get us all to Church - we have missed Mass far too often of late. Even though my body had NO interesting in getting going, I was determined to get moving so we could get to Mass.
Our daughter was far less enthusiastic about the prospect of Mass, but she did hope into the shower after my wife's quick shower. Unfortunately, my daughter stayed in the shower until minutes before our agreed upon departure time. My wife, who was rightfully cranky given our late night and the horrid traffic on the way home, let us both know that she was frustrated that we were likely not leaving at the agreed upon time. Hoping to mitigate the situation, I decided to forgo a shower (since there was NO way I could take one and have us leave on time), but I also resented that fact and that my daughter was not being respectful of the time or my wife. Nonetheless, we were ready to go at 9:35 AM which had been the agreement. Unfortunately, I could hear my daughter and my wife still exchanging comments before I even left the house. Since I was already frustrated and upset, their fighting only exacerbated my own angst, but I knew that my wife needed me to stay "upbeat" so I stuffed those emotions too.
My daughter continued to push my wife, even after my wife said the discussion was over. As a result, we had gone now more that a quarter of a mile and were sitting at a stop light. My wife then chose to mutter more negative and general comments under her breathe. I, of course, heard them. I had already been fighting the urge to scold my daughter for her behavior, and the reality is that I had not wanted to go to church in the first place. In fact, I was struggling to understand how we could be on our way to church when we were clearly being extremely UNchristian to each other. Finally, my fury over the fact that we had stayed late because of my daughter (which she had already forgotten) boiled over. Rather than blow up in the car (and make things worse), I got out of the car and said that I was going home. Of course, that action only served to make things worse, particularly for my wife, who was already feeling unsupported and disrespected. By the time I had gone a block and a half, my wife had turned around and had returned to get me. Her tone and behavior told me that she was not going to let me walk home, so I got back in the car.
We were then silent all the way to Mass. My nerves were a tad frayed because my wife's driving was a bit aggressive, but I was also furious because I did not want to be there and because my daughter's behavior had been at the core of much of this, yet she was oblivious to that (as she should be at age twelve). As my wife shut off the car, she asked us to go into the church without her. I said, "No." She then told me she needed the time, and I still declined because, "I am only here because you want me here." The statement was true, but was not fair to my wife. I also realized later that a deeper concern was also behind the response. I was worried both about what my wife might do (she was horribly upset) and what I might say to my daughter.
I have struggled a great deal in the last few years with how to talk to my daughter, particularly when it involves my narcolepsy. She has actually told me, twice, that I use my narcolepsy as an excuse. She, of course, has NO idea how hurtful that comment is, but my mind reels at what might have happened had I gone towards church with my daughter, but without my wife. If I had tried to talk to our daughter about how her behavior (and ours) had led to the fight, particularly the fact that we had stayed so late because our daughter was bent out of shape when we tried to leave at a reasonable time, I know that she would have lashed out at me. Given where I was at, I have no doubt that awful things would have ensued.
Fortunately, Mass was wonderful, as it so often is. Both my wife and I noted that the opening song was all about forgiveness. We did have a long conversation when we got home. At one level, all is forgiven, but the tenor of the conversation also impacted me in another way. Clearly, I hurt my wife today, and she hurt me. We also need to do a better job of helping our daughter understand our expectations of her and of her comments to us. But, we have been trying to do that. My wife and I both know that we need to do "more," but neither of us knows where we will find that "more." Certainly, we will work through our fights and forgive each other and our daughter. That does not change the reality that sitting in the middle of all of this is the narcolepsy. My wife DOES do more of the housework and planning. She is already tapped out by full-time work, ful-time parenting, and full-time partnering. I, too, am doing my best, but I have a chronic condition that limits my abilities. If I put too much into my work, everything else suffers. If I neglect myself, everything else suffers. If I dote on my wife or daughter, everything else suffers. Such is the nature of a chronic condition.
The deepest lesson out of today is to continue to let go. I control little of what happens in my life. Bad days come, sometimes sooner, sometimes later. I knew that having fun yesterday would exact a cost, but I was unprepared to face it when it arrived because I didn't think it would come like this. I need to be more honest with myself and my wife. I should have voiced my concerns about church the moment we got up. Even better though, I should have helped my wife figure out what might or might not happen if we stayed late yesterday. Better still, would have been for all three of us to agree to a plan well before the Fourth of July ever arrived. By doing that, we would have all had clear understandings of how the day would play out. What I con't do is let a day like today cause me to only worry about what might come. I also need to keep pushing myself to enjoy the moment. I think my realization of that is progress in and of itself. I have no doubt that if something like this would have happened even a year ago that I would have sworn that I would never stay out past ten PM. That is, of course, unreasonable and irrational, but it tends to be my baseline reaction to "mistakes." I have made numerous mistakes in the last two days. I need to own them, ask for forgiveness, forgive myself, and appreciate the good things that happened in between my errors. I am not "feeling" that yet, but at least I "know" that it is a far more appropriate response. Hopefully, I will continue to learn as my journey continues with my narcolepsy in tow.
Today, though, that attitude is hard to maintain. I am wiped out in general, and then I got way off my current sleep schedule and spent tremendous amounts of energy wrestling with my thoughts and emotions today. Things will get better, but I feel like I am once again muddling through a Sunday, barely doing anything productive, and wondering how I will find a decent groove to be healthy and mildly productive in my life while not grossly upsetting my wife and daughter on a frequent basis. I deeply dislikes days like this!
Our daughter was far less enthusiastic about the prospect of Mass, but she did hope into the shower after my wife's quick shower. Unfortunately, my daughter stayed in the shower until minutes before our agreed upon departure time. My wife, who was rightfully cranky given our late night and the horrid traffic on the way home, let us both know that she was frustrated that we were likely not leaving at the agreed upon time. Hoping to mitigate the situation, I decided to forgo a shower (since there was NO way I could take one and have us leave on time), but I also resented that fact and that my daughter was not being respectful of the time or my wife. Nonetheless, we were ready to go at 9:35 AM which had been the agreement. Unfortunately, I could hear my daughter and my wife still exchanging comments before I even left the house. Since I was already frustrated and upset, their fighting only exacerbated my own angst, but I knew that my wife needed me to stay "upbeat" so I stuffed those emotions too.
My daughter continued to push my wife, even after my wife said the discussion was over. As a result, we had gone now more that a quarter of a mile and were sitting at a stop light. My wife then chose to mutter more negative and general comments under her breathe. I, of course, heard them. I had already been fighting the urge to scold my daughter for her behavior, and the reality is that I had not wanted to go to church in the first place. In fact, I was struggling to understand how we could be on our way to church when we were clearly being extremely UNchristian to each other. Finally, my fury over the fact that we had stayed late because of my daughter (which she had already forgotten) boiled over. Rather than blow up in the car (and make things worse), I got out of the car and said that I was going home. Of course, that action only served to make things worse, particularly for my wife, who was already feeling unsupported and disrespected. By the time I had gone a block and a half, my wife had turned around and had returned to get me. Her tone and behavior told me that she was not going to let me walk home, so I got back in the car.
We were then silent all the way to Mass. My nerves were a tad frayed because my wife's driving was a bit aggressive, but I was also furious because I did not want to be there and because my daughter's behavior had been at the core of much of this, yet she was oblivious to that (as she should be at age twelve). As my wife shut off the car, she asked us to go into the church without her. I said, "No." She then told me she needed the time, and I still declined because, "I am only here because you want me here." The statement was true, but was not fair to my wife. I also realized later that a deeper concern was also behind the response. I was worried both about what my wife might do (she was horribly upset) and what I might say to my daughter.
I have struggled a great deal in the last few years with how to talk to my daughter, particularly when it involves my narcolepsy. She has actually told me, twice, that I use my narcolepsy as an excuse. She, of course, has NO idea how hurtful that comment is, but my mind reels at what might have happened had I gone towards church with my daughter, but without my wife. If I had tried to talk to our daughter about how her behavior (and ours) had led to the fight, particularly the fact that we had stayed so late because our daughter was bent out of shape when we tried to leave at a reasonable time, I know that she would have lashed out at me. Given where I was at, I have no doubt that awful things would have ensued.
Fortunately, Mass was wonderful, as it so often is. Both my wife and I noted that the opening song was all about forgiveness. We did have a long conversation when we got home. At one level, all is forgiven, but the tenor of the conversation also impacted me in another way. Clearly, I hurt my wife today, and she hurt me. We also need to do a better job of helping our daughter understand our expectations of her and of her comments to us. But, we have been trying to do that. My wife and I both know that we need to do "more," but neither of us knows where we will find that "more." Certainly, we will work through our fights and forgive each other and our daughter. That does not change the reality that sitting in the middle of all of this is the narcolepsy. My wife DOES do more of the housework and planning. She is already tapped out by full-time work, ful-time parenting, and full-time partnering. I, too, am doing my best, but I have a chronic condition that limits my abilities. If I put too much into my work, everything else suffers. If I neglect myself, everything else suffers. If I dote on my wife or daughter, everything else suffers. Such is the nature of a chronic condition.
The deepest lesson out of today is to continue to let go. I control little of what happens in my life. Bad days come, sometimes sooner, sometimes later. I knew that having fun yesterday would exact a cost, but I was unprepared to face it when it arrived because I didn't think it would come like this. I need to be more honest with myself and my wife. I should have voiced my concerns about church the moment we got up. Even better though, I should have helped my wife figure out what might or might not happen if we stayed late yesterday. Better still, would have been for all three of us to agree to a plan well before the Fourth of July ever arrived. By doing that, we would have all had clear understandings of how the day would play out. What I con't do is let a day like today cause me to only worry about what might come. I also need to keep pushing myself to enjoy the moment. I think my realization of that is progress in and of itself. I have no doubt that if something like this would have happened even a year ago that I would have sworn that I would never stay out past ten PM. That is, of course, unreasonable and irrational, but it tends to be my baseline reaction to "mistakes." I have made numerous mistakes in the last two days. I need to own them, ask for forgiveness, forgive myself, and appreciate the good things that happened in between my errors. I am not "feeling" that yet, but at least I "know" that it is a far more appropriate response. Hopefully, I will continue to learn as my journey continues with my narcolepsy in tow.
Today, though, that attitude is hard to maintain. I am wiped out in general, and then I got way off my current sleep schedule and spent tremendous amounts of energy wrestling with my thoughts and emotions today. Things will get better, but I feel like I am once again muddling through a Sunday, barely doing anything productive, and wondering how I will find a decent groove to be healthy and mildly productive in my life while not grossly upsetting my wife and daughter on a frequent basis. I deeply dislikes days like this!
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Fun & Free Flowing Fourth
Happy Fourth of July! Today was a good day in a number of ways. Even though I have oodles of things to do, I found a way to let go of those concerns and allowed myself to enjoy the day. Even better, I was productive this morning and completed the evaluations for the students in my summer class. Then, my wife and I had a fantastic time exploring the Trader Joe's that just opened in Saint Paul. We have had various items from Joe's in the past, but this was our first foray into an actual store. We were in a hurry, but were certainly impressed. I would have liked to see a few more gluten-free items, and Joe's will not replace my co-op, but the store does have many impressive items. I remain perplexed as to how they can offer organic and fair trade items at such low prices, but I intend to give them the benefit of the doubt, although I do plan to do some research just to make sure.
Anyway, after making some fun purchases at Trader Joe's we headed to the lake home of a friend's mom. Our daughter was already there. We then spent the afternoon relaxing, eating, chatting, and laughing with family friends. We even got to play in a bizarre family kickball game. The entire thing was a hoot. My daughter did have some tense moments, and my poor wife had to fight fireworks traffic (and ridiculously poor planning by the Blaine Police Department), but on the whole it was a great day for all of us. Even the late return time did not get me down because I got to see fireworks for the first time in years. I have no doubt that I will pay for a midnight bedtime for a day or two, but it is important to have fun from time to time.
The realities of narcolepsy make so many days difficult, but today was a sweet gift. I certainly was sleepy throughout the day, but the whole purpose of the day was simply to relax. Thus, it was perfectly fine to be sleepy. I am proud of myself for being present with the fun and low-key aspect of the entire day, rather than obsessing over the numerous things that I was not accomplishing. I do think that I am getting better at living with this disease. That idea might be the most freeing thought that I have had on this fantastic Fourth.
Anyway, after making some fun purchases at Trader Joe's we headed to the lake home of a friend's mom. Our daughter was already there. We then spent the afternoon relaxing, eating, chatting, and laughing with family friends. We even got to play in a bizarre family kickball game. The entire thing was a hoot. My daughter did have some tense moments, and my poor wife had to fight fireworks traffic (and ridiculously poor planning by the Blaine Police Department), but on the whole it was a great day for all of us. Even the late return time did not get me down because I got to see fireworks for the first time in years. I have no doubt that I will pay for a midnight bedtime for a day or two, but it is important to have fun from time to time.
The realities of narcolepsy make so many days difficult, but today was a sweet gift. I certainly was sleepy throughout the day, but the whole purpose of the day was simply to relax. Thus, it was perfectly fine to be sleepy. I am proud of myself for being present with the fun and low-key aspect of the entire day, rather than obsessing over the numerous things that I was not accomplishing. I do think that I am getting better at living with this disease. That idea might be the most freeing thought that I have had on this fantastic Fourth.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Massive Mayhem
I truly love that even the transition into summer break takes days of adjustment. One would think that a guy with narcolepsy would find it thrilling to begin a month and a half of relaxing. If only it were that easy. As I continue to remind myself, ANY change in my daily routine throws me for a loop. I tend to be more tense and to snap at people more rapidly. While I am making the shift better this time, I still find it frustrating - and stupid. Sadly, I am sure that no matter how long I continue to "learn" about living with narcolepsy, the act of moving from one daily schedule to another will continue to be difficult for me.
The up side is that I did get up today and exercise. That alone is a huge step for me. Unfortunately, I know that I am still recovering from last week. Thus, the exercise sapped me for a couple of hours. After resting, though, I got some work done. I even decided to have some fun after that, but invariably that led to trouble. My daughter decided that she wanted to play with the Wii too. Things were going great, but then after we each did our "Wii Fitness" on Wii Sports - which is an individual activity - she simply started doing something else individually. When I questioned her, I got a rude retort. I have no doubt that my daughter thought that she was being funny, but when I challenged her on that comment, I got a second rude retort. Since I was tired and crabby, I snapped back and a lovely fight ensued. It then continued as my attempted to reconcile. And, adding a second layer to my disappointment in myself, my wife was still home and found herself embroiled in the disagreement.
My daughter and I were able to reconcile and apologize to each other, but I hate that I was unable to keep myself in check when my daughter acted like a normal pre-teen. While her behavior was not appropriate, I can't lash out at her. I did contain my frustration far better than I have in the past, but the reality is that I still reacted rashly and immaturely. As the parent, I need to give her the space to be angsty, and I need to be patient enough to let her settle down before re-engaging about the situation. I do know that I happened things "better," but I need to keep pushing myself on this. The narcolepsy definitely complicates the situation, but my relationship with my daughter is far too important to let this medical menace jeopardize it.
The other difficult item to accept today was the fact that I nearly fell asleep in a chair tonight. If that was happening at 10 PM, I would be okay with it, but I was dozing and drifting heavily at 6 PM. Now, I know that I had a productive (and stressful) day. I also know that transitional periods are tough for me. But, it remains horribly humbling that I spent most of my day sitting around, yet I can't stay awake past 6 PM even with 60 mg of amphetamine in my body. Seriously, you GOTTA love this condition - NOT! Obviously, I rallied. I even got a few other things done. Hopefully, July will hold more hope for a solid schedule, smoother transitions into my new days, and for more patience with my incredible and wonderful daughter.
The up side is that I did get up today and exercise. That alone is a huge step for me. Unfortunately, I know that I am still recovering from last week. Thus, the exercise sapped me for a couple of hours. After resting, though, I got some work done. I even decided to have some fun after that, but invariably that led to trouble. My daughter decided that she wanted to play with the Wii too. Things were going great, but then after we each did our "Wii Fitness" on Wii Sports - which is an individual activity - she simply started doing something else individually. When I questioned her, I got a rude retort. I have no doubt that my daughter thought that she was being funny, but when I challenged her on that comment, I got a second rude retort. Since I was tired and crabby, I snapped back and a lovely fight ensued. It then continued as my attempted to reconcile. And, adding a second layer to my disappointment in myself, my wife was still home and found herself embroiled in the disagreement.
My daughter and I were able to reconcile and apologize to each other, but I hate that I was unable to keep myself in check when my daughter acted like a normal pre-teen. While her behavior was not appropriate, I can't lash out at her. I did contain my frustration far better than I have in the past, but the reality is that I still reacted rashly and immaturely. As the parent, I need to give her the space to be angsty, and I need to be patient enough to let her settle down before re-engaging about the situation. I do know that I happened things "better," but I need to keep pushing myself on this. The narcolepsy definitely complicates the situation, but my relationship with my daughter is far too important to let this medical menace jeopardize it.
The other difficult item to accept today was the fact that I nearly fell asleep in a chair tonight. If that was happening at 10 PM, I would be okay with it, but I was dozing and drifting heavily at 6 PM. Now, I know that I had a productive (and stressful) day. I also know that transitional periods are tough for me. But, it remains horribly humbling that I spent most of my day sitting around, yet I can't stay awake past 6 PM even with 60 mg of amphetamine in my body. Seriously, you GOTTA love this condition - NOT! Obviously, I rallied. I even got a few other things done. Hopefully, July will hold more hope for a solid schedule, smoother transitions into my new days, and for more patience with my incredible and wonderful daughter.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Sunday Struggles
Today is Father's Day, and yet the only real emotion I have managed is frustrated anger. We went to a Minnesota Twins game last night to see an old friend. The game was good, except that the Twins lost, but we got home late. Because I had food at the game past 8 p.m., I stayed up until 11:15. When I finally took my Xyrem and went to bed, I was overly warm. My wife and I were intimate for a time, but things just were not right. Plus, the Xyrem can make me more than a little goofy. I did finally fall asleep. I even managed to take my second dose last night, although I once again slept through my alarm.
When I awoke, however, my wife was missing. Due to her discomfort, she was sleeping on the futon in our basement. I checked on her and returned to bed. I awoke this morning at 8 a.m. While I had rested, I already felt the stress of the day. I am behind at MITY (my wonderful gifted and talented students are producing at record levels this year), and there is far too much that needs to get done around our house. Unfortunately, between my exhaustion and the Twins game on Saturday, I got nothing done. Thus, I climbed out of bed already wondering how I would get to everything on my mental list.
My wife and daughter eventually got up too. They had planned to play some tennis before the day got warm. When they left, I decided to use the time to get in some exercise. I had only done a tiny amount on Saturday and am feeling worse about my physical condition than I did a week ago when I re-started my exercise. While the exercise went okay, I was trying new yoga poses in the end. Invariably, my wife and daughter arrived back home in the midst of that. My daughter immediately plunked down to "watch" since Wii can become a bit of a spectator sport. Although I was self-conscious, I refrained from saying anything. Then, as I began to attempt the final yoga pose - which I was incapable of performing - my wife also arrived. At she sat down, a chair we have owned for thirteen years suddenly lost a bolt. My wife began to let me know that I need to fix the chair when I got done with my exercising.
Sadly, I snapped at that point. Things only got worse when I realized that the bolt that came loose was in a ridiculously difficult area. It literally took me over 30 minutes to fix this one bolt. AND, when I finally set the chair upright, one of the two washers that HAD been on the bolt, once again fell to the floor. Somehow, I had managed to let that come off in my efforts. Needless to say, that final insult did little to dispel my rotten mood.
Of all of the things that have happened today, I am most upset about losing my cool with my wife. I know that no one was trying to make me feel bad or undermine my day, but I lashed out because I felt like that is exactly what was happening. And, of course, I have allowed the majority of the day to slip away because I have been wallowing. I also exhausted myself between the exercise and the (literal) wrestling with the broken chair.
Days like today are the ones that truly infuriate me in terms of my narcolepsy. Consciously, I know that I am wiped out because I am trying to do too much by teaching these two weeks at MITY. Yet, I still consciously and sub-consciously expect that I should also be able to do "normal" things during the weekend. Our house needs to be cleaned, our finances need updating, our windows need staining, and our office needs organization. Even though I literally can't do even one of these things, I feel like I should be able to do something. Worse, I know that my wife needs me to get to some of these things. The state of our house is weighing on her too. But, I am unable to do it. Thus, I get angry at myself for letting her down too.
Which brings me back to the fact that today is Father's Day. Instead of relaxing and celebrating with my family, I have yelled at the two people I love the most. I have also pouted because the day has not felt at all like "my day." Lastly, I don't even feel like I can make things much better right now because I can barely think straight. My body is tired, and my internal turmoil is paralyzing even the remote chance that I will get anything done - including the massive number of pieces from my students (which will only make me MORE stressed out tomorrow).
I know this day will pass. I know that tomorrow will be okay. I know that MITY will be fine and that the class is good. I know that my wife and daughter still love me. I know that my physical fitness will be what it will be. But, I can't feel it, and I hate that. Days like this are horribly bleak. Yes, I can (and likely will) get at least one thing done, but I won't even enjoy that. More than anything, I just wish in moments like this that nothing was "my responsibilty." I know that is an impossibility, but I feel overwhelmed by the frustration and sadness that I have once again "lost" a day (and a bit of my sanity) to this rotten disease.
When I awoke, however, my wife was missing. Due to her discomfort, she was sleeping on the futon in our basement. I checked on her and returned to bed. I awoke this morning at 8 a.m. While I had rested, I already felt the stress of the day. I am behind at MITY (my wonderful gifted and talented students are producing at record levels this year), and there is far too much that needs to get done around our house. Unfortunately, between my exhaustion and the Twins game on Saturday, I got nothing done. Thus, I climbed out of bed already wondering how I would get to everything on my mental list.
My wife and daughter eventually got up too. They had planned to play some tennis before the day got warm. When they left, I decided to use the time to get in some exercise. I had only done a tiny amount on Saturday and am feeling worse about my physical condition than I did a week ago when I re-started my exercise. While the exercise went okay, I was trying new yoga poses in the end. Invariably, my wife and daughter arrived back home in the midst of that. My daughter immediately plunked down to "watch" since Wii can become a bit of a spectator sport. Although I was self-conscious, I refrained from saying anything. Then, as I began to attempt the final yoga pose - which I was incapable of performing - my wife also arrived. At she sat down, a chair we have owned for thirteen years suddenly lost a bolt. My wife began to let me know that I need to fix the chair when I got done with my exercising.
Sadly, I snapped at that point. Things only got worse when I realized that the bolt that came loose was in a ridiculously difficult area. It literally took me over 30 minutes to fix this one bolt. AND, when I finally set the chair upright, one of the two washers that HAD been on the bolt, once again fell to the floor. Somehow, I had managed to let that come off in my efforts. Needless to say, that final insult did little to dispel my rotten mood.
Of all of the things that have happened today, I am most upset about losing my cool with my wife. I know that no one was trying to make me feel bad or undermine my day, but I lashed out because I felt like that is exactly what was happening. And, of course, I have allowed the majority of the day to slip away because I have been wallowing. I also exhausted myself between the exercise and the (literal) wrestling with the broken chair.
Days like today are the ones that truly infuriate me in terms of my narcolepsy. Consciously, I know that I am wiped out because I am trying to do too much by teaching these two weeks at MITY. Yet, I still consciously and sub-consciously expect that I should also be able to do "normal" things during the weekend. Our house needs to be cleaned, our finances need updating, our windows need staining, and our office needs organization. Even though I literally can't do even one of these things, I feel like I should be able to do something. Worse, I know that my wife needs me to get to some of these things. The state of our house is weighing on her too. But, I am unable to do it. Thus, I get angry at myself for letting her down too.
Which brings me back to the fact that today is Father's Day. Instead of relaxing and celebrating with my family, I have yelled at the two people I love the most. I have also pouted because the day has not felt at all like "my day." Lastly, I don't even feel like I can make things much better right now because I can barely think straight. My body is tired, and my internal turmoil is paralyzing even the remote chance that I will get anything done - including the massive number of pieces from my students (which will only make me MORE stressed out tomorrow).
I know this day will pass. I know that tomorrow will be okay. I know that MITY will be fine and that the class is good. I know that my wife and daughter still love me. I know that my physical fitness will be what it will be. But, I can't feel it, and I hate that. Days like this are horribly bleak. Yes, I can (and likely will) get at least one thing done, but I won't even enjoy that. More than anything, I just wish in moments like this that nothing was "my responsibilty." I know that is an impossibility, but I feel overwhelmed by the frustration and sadness that I have once again "lost" a day (and a bit of my sanity) to this rotten disease.
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Quiet Calm
Occasionally, I am lucky enough to realize how great my life is. Yes, I have a chronic illness. Yes, many things that I loved to do have been "taken" from me. Yes, I all too often can't be the husband, dad, son, brother, friend, teacher, athlete, man, or person that I want to be. But, I am blessed. I have a good life. My partner loves me despite my many flaws. The young woman we are raising continually blows my mind with her brilliance, wisdom, and compassion. I also have tons for friends, a job I love, and innumerable joys that dancing in and out of my life.
Today has been a great day to reflect on all of that. My wife feels much better and her stomach thing truly appears to be a 24-hour bug. We enjoyed a lazy morning of getting ready for our trip to Duluth. The ride up was also enjoyable. I had rich, earnest conversations with the love of my life and my parents. Even when we arrived in Duluth and my parents began acting like petulant teens, the Bed and Breakfast we are at is one of my favorite places in all the world. Then, we had Sammy's Pizza (yum, but I do need to stop eating gluten again SOON) and had a lovely night with my grandmother, who is nearing ninety.
Now, I am in the sitting room of the B & B. My wife is resting upstairs, my daughter is having fun with my dad, I just had a lovely cup of mint tea, and many dear friends sent me notes on Facebook. My mother (oddly, but not surprisingly) is cleaning and organizing things in the B & B. It's who she is. I do hope to chat with her soon about mental health, but tonight would not be a good time. I am sure she has had some brandy, and she is furious with my dad because of something that happened when they left Portland. Hopefully, they will both enjoy each other's company tomorrow.
Maybe, what I am most grateful for tonight is that I continue to activity work to have a healthy mental outlook. So much of what I see in my mother, I also know is in me. But, I work daily to challenge those traits and to let go of the compulsion to "take care" of the world. I do hope that talking to her will get her to consider therapy and medication, but I feel grounded enough to know that I can't control what she does. I can only control my reaction. Both my parents have been driving me nuts tonight, but I still salvaged my evening. I turned my attention and energy to things that matter to me, rather than spending it on their problems. Ironically, their actions and behaviors (irritating as they are) also qualify as gifts to me. I continue to learn from them, even at forty. Granted, I am learning how NOT to act, but it is a gift nonetheless.
Today has been a great day to reflect on all of that. My wife feels much better and her stomach thing truly appears to be a 24-hour bug. We enjoyed a lazy morning of getting ready for our trip to Duluth. The ride up was also enjoyable. I had rich, earnest conversations with the love of my life and my parents. Even when we arrived in Duluth and my parents began acting like petulant teens, the Bed and Breakfast we are at is one of my favorite places in all the world. Then, we had Sammy's Pizza (yum, but I do need to stop eating gluten again SOON) and had a lovely night with my grandmother, who is nearing ninety.
Now, I am in the sitting room of the B & B. My wife is resting upstairs, my daughter is having fun with my dad, I just had a lovely cup of mint tea, and many dear friends sent me notes on Facebook. My mother (oddly, but not surprisingly) is cleaning and organizing things in the B & B. It's who she is. I do hope to chat with her soon about mental health, but tonight would not be a good time. I am sure she has had some brandy, and she is furious with my dad because of something that happened when they left Portland. Hopefully, they will both enjoy each other's company tomorrow.
Maybe, what I am most grateful for tonight is that I continue to activity work to have a healthy mental outlook. So much of what I see in my mother, I also know is in me. But, I work daily to challenge those traits and to let go of the compulsion to "take care" of the world. I do hope that talking to her will get her to consider therapy and medication, but I feel grounded enough to know that I can't control what she does. I can only control my reaction. Both my parents have been driving me nuts tonight, but I still salvaged my evening. I turned my attention and energy to things that matter to me, rather than spending it on their problems. Ironically, their actions and behaviors (irritating as they are) also qualify as gifts to me. I continue to learn from them, even at forty. Granted, I am learning how NOT to act, but it is a gift nonetheless.
Friday, December 26, 2008
Family Frenzy
My parents are here. Generally, that is a good thing, but this evening, my mother won't stop moving. It is great that someone is doing all of the cleaning, but I wish she could let herself relax. I must admit, however, that I am feeling minimal guilt about the situation. In the past, I think I might have tried to compete with her, but the reality is that I did WAY more than my share today. I had to do that and was proud to be able to help out, but making my kitchen spotless is simply not in the cards for me tonight. If my mom feels compelled to do it, more power to her. Actually, her actions confirm that I need to talk to her about her mental health, but that is a discussion for Duluth in a few days, or during a quiet walk next weekend.
Beyond my mother's manic antics, the day has been another eyeopener for me. I awoke this morning knowing that my wife might need me to do the shopping for our second Christmas. We had our own yesterday, opening our presents to each other and the ones from my wife's family. But, with my parents arriving last night, today was the celebration with them and my sister and her husband. Given that my wife had done virtually everything in the house during my medication holiday, I was more than willing to pick up some of the slack. Sadly, my wife needed way more from me than just some shopping. She has a stomach bug and spent the entire day in bed, other than a couple trips to vomit and a brief appearance during the gift exchange. My wife rarely gets sick like this, and part of the reason is that she abhors vomiting.
Thus, as I left on my shopping excursion, I knew I was likely doing the cooking today too. I chose again today to only take 10 mg this morning. I felt alert while driving and even decided to hit the 50% off sale at Target before getting the groceries. I got some great stuff there, then picked up some prescriptions, and finally hit the grocery store. All in all, my quick trip turned into a three hour adventure. I arrived home to a sicker wife and guests who might arrive at any moment. I got stuff put away and started cooking. My mom helped, and when my sister arrived, so did she. We eventually got everything prepared, and I took my second dose of 10 mg at 2 PM.
It blew my mind that I did all of that with only 10 mg of amphetamine. I know that I tend to respond well to "crisis" situations, but I am positive that seven days ago, 10 mg of amphetamine would have put me to sleep even if my house was on fire! This medication holiday thing borders on the miraculous. Granted, I was basically done for the day at 2 PM. Even with the second dose, I was exhausted. Still, I managed to be social and functional for the rest of the day. Since it is likely that I will be doing the driving tomorrow, I will need to consider 20 mg instead of 10 mg in the morning, but we are leaving at 1 PM, so maybe I will take 10 mg for the first dose and see how I feel. I know that my doses will need to go up when school starts again. I also know that I will definitely continue to take medication holidays. Now, if I can just find a way to stop having my mom do work!
Beyond my mother's manic antics, the day has been another eyeopener for me. I awoke this morning knowing that my wife might need me to do the shopping for our second Christmas. We had our own yesterday, opening our presents to each other and the ones from my wife's family. But, with my parents arriving last night, today was the celebration with them and my sister and her husband. Given that my wife had done virtually everything in the house during my medication holiday, I was more than willing to pick up some of the slack. Sadly, my wife needed way more from me than just some shopping. She has a stomach bug and spent the entire day in bed, other than a couple trips to vomit and a brief appearance during the gift exchange. My wife rarely gets sick like this, and part of the reason is that she abhors vomiting.
Thus, as I left on my shopping excursion, I knew I was likely doing the cooking today too. I chose again today to only take 10 mg this morning. I felt alert while driving and even decided to hit the 50% off sale at Target before getting the groceries. I got some great stuff there, then picked up some prescriptions, and finally hit the grocery store. All in all, my quick trip turned into a three hour adventure. I arrived home to a sicker wife and guests who might arrive at any moment. I got stuff put away and started cooking. My mom helped, and when my sister arrived, so did she. We eventually got everything prepared, and I took my second dose of 10 mg at 2 PM.
It blew my mind that I did all of that with only 10 mg of amphetamine. I know that I tend to respond well to "crisis" situations, but I am positive that seven days ago, 10 mg of amphetamine would have put me to sleep even if my house was on fire! This medication holiday thing borders on the miraculous. Granted, I was basically done for the day at 2 PM. Even with the second dose, I was exhausted. Still, I managed to be social and functional for the rest of the day. Since it is likely that I will be doing the driving tomorrow, I will need to consider 20 mg instead of 10 mg in the morning, but we are leaving at 1 PM, so maybe I will take 10 mg for the first dose and see how I feel. I know that my doses will need to go up when school starts again. I also know that I will definitely continue to take medication holidays. Now, if I can just find a way to stop having my mom do work!
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Merry Madness
I ended the medication holiday this morning. I didn't get out of bed until 9 AM, but part of that was waiting for my daughter to get up. How cool is it that my daughter was the last one to wake up on Christmas morning? I have a super cool kid. We had to wait to go out to the kitchen and living room because our daughter wanted to see our reactions. Apparently, she decorated from midnight until 2 AM. It was impressive! She made a wonderful banner and set out ALL of her stuffed animals. So, I took my first dose of amphetamine at 9 AM.
The most amazing thing, though, is that I only took 10 mg. I did take a second dose at 3 PM, but once again it was only 10 mg. I know that I would have needed more if I had been teaching today, but I love that the medication holiday worked well enough that I could take a third of my typical dose and feel highly functional all day. We had a glorious time opening gifts this morning. We then got going on work. My wife did nap, but I managed to keep going throughout the afternoon. I washed dishes, cleaned the bathroom, put a number of things away, and even organized a huge pile of stuff that has been sitting around for months. The work was spread out over hours, and I made sure that I did not overdo anything. Still, I am stunned by my level of productivity.
The best part of the day came this evening. My folks are in town and arrived around 9 PM. I was still finishing up some of my sorting, but it was awesome to talk to them. My sister and brother-in-law also decided to hang out for a while. We will all be together again tomorrow for a second Christmas (yippee). More than anything, though, it was super cool to connect with my parents in a relaxed way. I also got the chance to show my dad number of things on the computer - TED talks, iTunes U, Radio Heartland, and the final broadcast material from MPR's Morning Show. He was stunned, and I was thrilled that I provided him some meaningful items that he will truly enjoy.
I need to get to sleep, but it was a great day. I was already pleased with my medication holiday, but the realities of today clearly proved that I made a brilliant decision in taking the time off from my amphetamine. Clearly, the break from my stimulant has helped my body in a number of ways. Best of all, I know that a third of my normal dose gave me plenty of energy. It is incredible to learn that a brief respite from my regular routine can have such a drastic impact on functionality.
The most amazing thing, though, is that I only took 10 mg. I did take a second dose at 3 PM, but once again it was only 10 mg. I know that I would have needed more if I had been teaching today, but I love that the medication holiday worked well enough that I could take a third of my typical dose and feel highly functional all day. We had a glorious time opening gifts this morning. We then got going on work. My wife did nap, but I managed to keep going throughout the afternoon. I washed dishes, cleaned the bathroom, put a number of things away, and even organized a huge pile of stuff that has been sitting around for months. The work was spread out over hours, and I made sure that I did not overdo anything. Still, I am stunned by my level of productivity.
The best part of the day came this evening. My folks are in town and arrived around 9 PM. I was still finishing up some of my sorting, but it was awesome to talk to them. My sister and brother-in-law also decided to hang out for a while. We will all be together again tomorrow for a second Christmas (yippee). More than anything, though, it was super cool to connect with my parents in a relaxed way. I also got the chance to show my dad number of things on the computer - TED talks, iTunes U, Radio Heartland, and the final broadcast material from MPR's Morning Show. He was stunned, and I was thrilled that I provided him some meaningful items that he will truly enjoy.
I need to get to sleep, but it was a great day. I was already pleased with my medication holiday, but the realities of today clearly proved that I made a brilliant decision in taking the time off from my amphetamine. Clearly, the break from my stimulant has helped my body in a number of ways. Best of all, I know that a third of my normal dose gave me plenty of energy. It is incredible to learn that a brief respite from my regular routine can have such a drastic impact on functionality.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Grace and Gratitude
While I love turkey (although the tryptophan only makes my narcolepsy more fun) and my sister makes incredible desserts, I have realized over the last few years that the best thing about Thanksgiving is the opportunity to step back and honestly ponder the many gifts in my life. While narcolepsy (and chronic sinusitis and anxiety and irritable bowel syndrome) makes every day difficult, the reality is that I am daily deluged with gifts.
The greatest gift (other than life itself) is my beautiful wife. She makes each day sing. Whether we are snuggled tightly in our bed, or crossly vying with each other over the best way to do something, she makes each moment better. Her smile ignites my heart, and her body and intellect does the same in other places. Best of all, she truly is my dearest friend. I trust no one, perhaps not even myself, to the level that I do with her. She is cute and sexy and weird and hilarious and endearing and brilliant and annoying and driven and relaxed and glorious - usually at the same moment. While we clash on a daily basis, I am overjoyed that I continue to grow in my abilities to hear her side, disagree appropriately, eventually find resolution with her, and love her passionately throughout the ordeal. Better still, though, are the moments when we look at each other and know that everything is right. Those instances are fleeting, but their magic can last for days.
A close second is my daughter. As she enters her teenage years, I worry a great deal about who she might become, but I also know that I can't control that. What I do know is that if she becomes even a fraction of the person she is today, I will be related to one of the most amazing people in the world. Daily, my daughter stuns me with the enthusiasm and brilliance and creativity and energy and compassion and sense of justice. While I often struggle to appreciate the whirlwind of her, I know that my love continues to grow by leaps and bounds. She is a remarkable young woman. She will become who she is meant to be; I am simply glad to have a chance to tag along for the ride.
Reflecting on those two gifts alone would be enough to know that my life is good, but my bounty seems to overflow. I almost want to feel guilty because there is so much that is good in my life. Fortunately, I am learning to accept what is freely given and to do so without regret. Whether it is the incredible friendship and love of my sister and her husband (particularly when she cooks up another amazing Thanksgiving feast), or the kindest and offbeat humor of my mother-in-law and father-in-law (who are kind enough to still come to visit, even in the midst of their grieving), I shower in love on a daily basis.
I am filled with awe and wonder by all of the following and more - my friend and colleagues and students at school, the stunningly wonderful folks of MOONS, the magnanimous moderators and members and organizers of Narcolepsy Network and its forums, the devoted and earnest members of my men's group, the talented geniuses that I "teach" at MITY, the global and astute contributors to the narcolepsy support groups on Facebook and MySpace, my compassionate and fiery friends on tba and in the ultimate community as a whole, the gifted educators and friends and parents who interact with my daughter every day, my blessed medical providers - those of traditional Western medicine and those of the more Eastern mindsets.
No doubt, my life is difficult. This chronic condition makes each day a struggle, but I am fortunate. Not only do I have all of these wonderful people in my world, but I am also able to find fulfillment doing what I love. People pay me to talk to teenagers. I am even able to do it part-time. I would never wish my life on another, but I also would never trade it. I can see God's grace in everything around me.
Before I end this, I need to recognize a few other gifts that are vitally important to me. Clearly, my parents and extended family are integral to who I have become and continue to become. I have often railed against my parents, but I know I am fortunate because their love for me has given me a deeper inner strength that has allowed me to start walking this path to more balance. Also, I must own that God has given all of this to me. I would be nothing without God's love. I generally try to avoid injecting my faith into these posts because I don't want to preach, but my faith is a tremendous source of comfort for me. In the same vein, I must acknowledge that random chance has hand in letting me get this far. While being born into the United States is not a guarantee of success, it certainly helps many people. And, when one is lucky enough to be male and white and heterosexual, the odds shift even more clearly into your favor. Yes, my own energy has gone into everything that I have done in this world, but I live in a system that has been pre-weighted to favor my sex and my skin color and my sexual preference. I don't see those gifts in the same way that I see so many of the others listed here, but I know that I needed to name them. Invariably, I must offer thanks for the gift of those who read this blog. So often, I tell my students, "don't mention the paper in the paper," but this situation is different. I have never been able to journal before, but I have continued to use this blog for MONTHS - regularly (well, a hiatus has happened here and there when life has overwhelmed me). That too is a gift. The difference is that I know others are reading this too. While this writing is for me, I also feel that I owe all of you. Some of you are kind enough to check out a post or two; others read it regularly. A few of you are even crazy enough to leave comments. Regardless of who you are and how often you are here, no words can express my gratitude for your time and attention. It has definitely helped to save my life. Thank you for being a part of my many blessings. And, last (and maybe also least), I must offer thanks for my narcolepsy. While it is ridiculous and rotten, this condition has allowed me to learn more about who I am and what I truly value than anything else in my life.
The greatest gift (other than life itself) is my beautiful wife. She makes each day sing. Whether we are snuggled tightly in our bed, or crossly vying with each other over the best way to do something, she makes each moment better. Her smile ignites my heart, and her body and intellect does the same in other places. Best of all, she truly is my dearest friend. I trust no one, perhaps not even myself, to the level that I do with her. She is cute and sexy and weird and hilarious and endearing and brilliant and annoying and driven and relaxed and glorious - usually at the same moment. While we clash on a daily basis, I am overjoyed that I continue to grow in my abilities to hear her side, disagree appropriately, eventually find resolution with her, and love her passionately throughout the ordeal. Better still, though, are the moments when we look at each other and know that everything is right. Those instances are fleeting, but their magic can last for days.
A close second is my daughter. As she enters her teenage years, I worry a great deal about who she might become, but I also know that I can't control that. What I do know is that if she becomes even a fraction of the person she is today, I will be related to one of the most amazing people in the world. Daily, my daughter stuns me with the enthusiasm and brilliance and creativity and energy and compassion and sense of justice. While I often struggle to appreciate the whirlwind of her, I know that my love continues to grow by leaps and bounds. She is a remarkable young woman. She will become who she is meant to be; I am simply glad to have a chance to tag along for the ride.
Reflecting on those two gifts alone would be enough to know that my life is good, but my bounty seems to overflow. I almost want to feel guilty because there is so much that is good in my life. Fortunately, I am learning to accept what is freely given and to do so without regret. Whether it is the incredible friendship and love of my sister and her husband (particularly when she cooks up another amazing Thanksgiving feast), or the kindest and offbeat humor of my mother-in-law and father-in-law (who are kind enough to still come to visit, even in the midst of their grieving), I shower in love on a daily basis.
I am filled with awe and wonder by all of the following and more - my friend and colleagues and students at school, the stunningly wonderful folks of MOONS, the magnanimous moderators and members and organizers of Narcolepsy Network and its forums, the devoted and earnest members of my men's group, the talented geniuses that I "teach" at MITY, the global and astute contributors to the narcolepsy support groups on Facebook and MySpace, my compassionate and fiery friends on tba and in the ultimate community as a whole, the gifted educators and friends and parents who interact with my daughter every day, my blessed medical providers - those of traditional Western medicine and those of the more Eastern mindsets.
No doubt, my life is difficult. This chronic condition makes each day a struggle, but I am fortunate. Not only do I have all of these wonderful people in my world, but I am also able to find fulfillment doing what I love. People pay me to talk to teenagers. I am even able to do it part-time. I would never wish my life on another, but I also would never trade it. I can see God's grace in everything around me.
Before I end this, I need to recognize a few other gifts that are vitally important to me. Clearly, my parents and extended family are integral to who I have become and continue to become. I have often railed against my parents, but I know I am fortunate because their love for me has given me a deeper inner strength that has allowed me to start walking this path to more balance. Also, I must own that God has given all of this to me. I would be nothing without God's love. I generally try to avoid injecting my faith into these posts because I don't want to preach, but my faith is a tremendous source of comfort for me. In the same vein, I must acknowledge that random chance has hand in letting me get this far. While being born into the United States is not a guarantee of success, it certainly helps many people. And, when one is lucky enough to be male and white and heterosexual, the odds shift even more clearly into your favor. Yes, my own energy has gone into everything that I have done in this world, but I live in a system that has been pre-weighted to favor my sex and my skin color and my sexual preference. I don't see those gifts in the same way that I see so many of the others listed here, but I know that I needed to name them. Invariably, I must offer thanks for the gift of those who read this blog. So often, I tell my students, "don't mention the paper in the paper," but this situation is different. I have never been able to journal before, but I have continued to use this blog for MONTHS - regularly (well, a hiatus has happened here and there when life has overwhelmed me). That too is a gift. The difference is that I know others are reading this too. While this writing is for me, I also feel that I owe all of you. Some of you are kind enough to check out a post or two; others read it regularly. A few of you are even crazy enough to leave comments. Regardless of who you are and how often you are here, no words can express my gratitude for your time and attention. It has definitely helped to save my life. Thank you for being a part of my many blessings. And, last (and maybe also least), I must offer thanks for my narcolepsy. While it is ridiculous and rotten, this condition has allowed me to learn more about who I am and what I truly value than anything else in my life.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Happy Halloween
Ready for the scariest aspect of my Halloween post? I "started" it on October 31. Basically, I typed a title and went to bed because I was exhausted that night. The NEXT time that I even looked at the post, or this blog, was today - November 18! The added irony is that my previous post (which I also finished today, but had written most of on October 30) commented extensively on the strange sensation of days lasting for weeks in October. Needless to say, November has been another story.
I can't believe how long it has been since I have written here. I know that I have been feeling that loss within my stress levels and my physical well being. I know I need to set better patterns, but it gets hard when my energy keeps dropping while my workload never ceases to build - yuck! My depression/anxiety have definitely been heightened, but I am still managing to stay balanced, most of the time. I do beat myself up in some capacity daily. What has grown in strength, though, is my ability to stop my inner tirades and to own the reality that I am doing the best that I can.
We had a weird Halloween this year. My daughter spent the whole weekend with a friend. My wife was horribly sick. I announced a football game. I think it was the first time that at least two of us were not together for the evening. I find that scary too. It is the direction that I should expect things to move. My daughter is definitely growing into a young woman. Still, it is hard to realize that soon my middle schooler will be on her way to college. That being said, I know that I have many days ahead with which I can challenge both of these amazing women in my life. I also must add that my daughter went trick-or-treating as a sandwich. She made "bread" out of foam. She also had lettuce, tomato and swiss cheese in the sandwich. It was brilliant. How lucky am I to have a daughter who WANTED to be a sandwich, and a year ago she was a crate of oranges. I love it!
I can't believe how long it has been since I have written here. I know that I have been feeling that loss within my stress levels and my physical well being. I know I need to set better patterns, but it gets hard when my energy keeps dropping while my workload never ceases to build - yuck! My depression/anxiety have definitely been heightened, but I am still managing to stay balanced, most of the time. I do beat myself up in some capacity daily. What has grown in strength, though, is my ability to stop my inner tirades and to own the reality that I am doing the best that I can.
We had a weird Halloween this year. My daughter spent the whole weekend with a friend. My wife was horribly sick. I announced a football game. I think it was the first time that at least two of us were not together for the evening. I find that scary too. It is the direction that I should expect things to move. My daughter is definitely growing into a young woman. Still, it is hard to realize that soon my middle schooler will be on her way to college. That being said, I know that I have many days ahead with which I can challenge both of these amazing women in my life. I also must add that my daughter went trick-or-treating as a sandwich. She made "bread" out of foam. She also had lettuce, tomato and swiss cheese in the sandwich. It was brilliant. How lucky am I to have a daughter who WANTED to be a sandwich, and a year ago she was a crate of oranges. I love it!
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