Ahhh….racing the clock again. I just learned that I have to post by midnight Eastern time for my “slice of life” to legitimately meet the requirements of the challenge. This does not work well for my night owl writing prowls.
I’m just now wrapping up another whirlwind day. I’ll work backwards from my day today just to mix things up.
I’m very late hitting the keyboard tonight, because I hosted an event at my house for my moms’ group this evening. I’m on the board for our neighborhood moms’ group, so I got tapped to host the new member gathering this evening. While this involved the typical headaches of getting my house cleaned (and even harder- keeping it clean until people arrived), I always feel a sense of gratitude after doing things like this. I feel thankful that we live in a home that can accommodate gatherings like this. While our house is not enormous, the open flow of the rooms is really conducive to mingling. After spending three years living in small apartments in Nashville, owning our own home is really such a gift.
The beginning of my day was much less fun. I spent the morning at the doctor’s office getting a brain MRI. I’ve been having positional vertigo issues when I lie down for almost two years, so my doctor decided we should investigate. I have never had an MRI before and I was not really prepared for the experience. The worst part for me was probably the duration. I was stuck in that tube unable to move my upper body for over 30 minutes. And then there was the noise. Each scan produced an unpleasant rhythmic pelting sound in staccato bursts. It was like being in a small tin tube while machine gun fire pummeled the outside of my flimsy bomb shelter. One of the hardest parts for me was my inability to focus on positive thoughts. When you are lying inside a claustrophobic tunnel absorbing abrasive noise from all directions, it is difficult to daydream of sunshine and rainbows. I struggle with anxiety at baseline which is triggered by health issues, so I fought hard to beat back visions of dreadful diagnoses.
To be honest, I’m in a season of combat with my anxiety right now. I personally know three young people battling cancer right now: a grad school colleague, a former Nashville neighbor and friend, and Ben’s cousin. They are all close in age to me and have young children and their stories are heartbreaking. This dreadful disease has become my greatest fear. Health issues have always been what sends my anxious mind reeling, which I blame on the fact that I grew up surrounded by unhealthy parents. I was always waiting for a dreadful diagnosis to change my world….and eventually it did. In addition to the vertigo, I’m also struggling with a chronic scratchy throat and hoarseness that’s been nagging for over a month. I’m having a hard time deciding if these issues are real concerns or just seasonal allergies that are exacerbated by my anxious tendency to fear the worst. It’s amazing how the anxious brain can manifest itself through physical symptoms. There’s something about being a mother to very young children that makes me feel even more vulnerable to the cruel unpredictability of illness. However, I must admit that just taking the time to honestly put my fears in writing does make me feel better, like I am a bit more in control.
Ugh…and by the time I’ve finished this disorganized cathartic dump, it is well past 11:00 CST- which means I’ve technically missed the “slice of life” deadline. It’s been a roller coaster kind of day in my soul. I’m still feeling content that I showed up to output. Now time to power down.