I realized I haven’t written on here for a few weeks. My health is to blame, along with endless doctor appointments. I created two videos on YouTube about this issue, but wanted to express it in written form.
My candid truth
What do you do when you’ve done all you could? Cry. Get
angry. Sit in silence. My body is having its own party, which I didn’t know
about. It’s a real pain in the backside! There are many theories as to why I am
having so much pain, especially in my hip and lower parts of my body. I could
blame it on the fall I had in January where I fractured my elbow. I could blame
it on weight or lack of exercise. I will take responsibility for that one.
Otherwise, I am not sure. The worst part of this experience is not being able
to sit or stand for a long period (or in my case short period) of time. I’ve
taken the “don’t take things for granted” saying more seriously.
The other worst part of this experience is what it does to
you both mentally and emotionally. The constant worry of “what ifs” can drive
one crazy. Wonder
if this “condition” will worsen over time or otherwise. The feeling of disappointment
saturates the soul. It makes you feel like you’re not moving forward the way you want. In three years, I’ve been at more doctors’
offices than I can count. I’ve endured bad attitudes, bad service, little
answers, countless exams, and surgically tampered with. That’s a lot. Not to
mention feeling the same way I did before this fiasco happened. This has also
been a lonely experience. It’s sad and I don’t like saying this, but when one
gets sick (some), people stay away. I feel like that, because (some) people
only know me when I’m well. When I’m not, it’s a different story. I feel
forgotten about, especially to those I’ve been there for in their time of need.
Sometimes it feels unfair. In the past, this used to bother me. Now, I don’t
care. I’ve become accustomed to being alone so it’s okay. I appreciate those
folks who check in on me every day (you know who you are), or send encouraging
messages. It means a lot. The so-called “You
know I care about you” types can just keep telling themselves that. There’s no
need to be so transparent.
The silent voice
My actions help speak for how I feel. Writing is one of
them. I admit I don’t always like to express myself. In situations like my
health woes, I don’t like to speak on it often. This is because I don’t want pity
or comments about my weight. Since weight is usually the “cause” for my
troubles, from what I’m told, I don’t like to be put on a platform of criticism
and jokes. When that happens, I just want to yell, “Yeah, I’m fat, so what!
Have you looked in the mirror lately? Don’t throw stones unless you live in a
glass house!” Silence prevents me from
responding like that or worse. In fact, it keeps things in perspective since I
try to understand where people are coming from. I still don’t like the criticism
or fat jokes.
I’ve taken some time to reflect and be more creative. I
focus more on my happiness and well-being. I love art and enjoy tapping into my
artistic side. Creating funny pictures and captions is my own entertainment. Shooting
videos of me talking about life’s happenings, or random things I see is also fun. I love the
apps cell phones have nowadays. It definitely allows a person’s creativity
soar; it does for me. Taking walks and listening to music is and has always
been a favorite of mine. I gain inspiration from what I hear, see, smell, and
feel. I’m inspired by other people’s creativity, and sometimes personality. I’m
lucky to be inspired by someone who is not only creative, but encourages me to
stay creative. Although my voice is quiet, my mind never takes a
break. There’s always something new to experience, something new to do. I’m
excited by this newfound attitude. I believe my creativity will take me to new
heights and be my new voice.
My Candid Truth 7-23-13: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rnTZHdEkzn8
The Latest on My Latest 8-5-13: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xY-XfBV9gyY
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