Lately I feel like Iām losing control. Of my mind, my body, my soul.
I think of where I was 12 months ago and where I am now, and Iāve given up almost everything. At the same time, my body seems to be in a state of revolt. I donāt know if that is aging or stress or cabin fever or homesicknessā¦ my wifeās family is in a state of grief due to the death of my mother-in-law last month, so there is a real sense of malaise everywhere around us.
I didnāt have much of a job, but I had a great house, a great band, was close to my family, had a regular golf game, my kids went to an awesome school and had friends.
I gave up most of those things because my wife needed to be with her motherā¦ and I know it was absolutely the right decision to make. Iād expect the same from her and I know that in a few years when my parents start to decline (they are about 10 years younger) that I may need such courtesy.
I also felt that we needed to escape the Hellscape that is the country of my birth, and of my two childrenā¦ but Iām so over the politics, the violence, and the archaic, barbaric health care system.
Who knew we were gonna end up in the situation we are in now? A lot of the stuff I need to keep me happy isnāt available to me.
And thereās the health issues. Things I thought only older people got, like gout and kidney stones. I had an ultrasound on my legs today because both of them puffed up like balloons and I thought I might have had a DVT. I have terrible acne that I get on my inner thighs and around my waistline. Iām on anti-depressants and blood pressure meds. Theyāre making me pee like a racehorse and Iām waking up with leg cramps in the middle of the night. My sleep apnea is off-the-charts bad. I wasnāt able to get to sleep until about 4:30 in the morning and then I couldnāt get up until 12 or almost 1, and that was causing a hell of a lot of tension in our home. Iām now trialling an APAP and I think it is working. But Iām a bit of a mess. I hope that years of chronically terrible sleep can be reversed and that all of the awful things that come with it begin to improve.
I push forward and I wait. I donāt know how long or what for, but I wait because I donāt really have any other choice. My family is better off with me than they are without me. I think a lot of this is temporary, but I just need it to be farking done.
Iām not really sure who needs to read this or why Iām posting it here, but I feel better for having done so.