My body is wired for chaos, I get anxious if i don't get a dose of adrenaline each day. But i get anxious over the most mundane things which used to be an everyday thing. Like phone calls or riding a bike.
Some of my friends constantly call me knowing it's an issue for me, but not understanding why....It hurts for me to talk still. If you don't grasp that after I've told you multiple times I will stop telling you. Because you're clearly only hearing what you what you want to hear. Which is human nature, Americans want quick answers and quick Results, we don't need the why. But you don't get the whole truth that way, just black or white. You just get your feelings hurt cause it seems i don't want to help, not that you are putting my health in jeopardy for your own gain.
My vocal cords and throat were damaged while i was in the hospital. The pain was pretty intense when i first came back to life. And i tried not to talk much cause it was clearly labored as my lungs were coming back to life as well.
Then i developed a condition where my stomach acid would pore into my lungs, this happened cause an intubation tube for a lung machine can reach go down the wrong hole and cause damage if removed violently.
During my stay I tried to escape 3 times due to PTSD and not knowing my surroundings when i came out of a coma. I pulled my breathing tube out and would try to jump out of bed, forgetting my legs didn't work yet. Then I'd flop on the ground like a fish, because my lungs didn't work, and my diaphragm had atrophied along with the rest of my muscles. I was usually found on the floor in this state eyes bugging as i gasped for air in a room full of it.
I apologize to the nurse i threw across the room before they strapped me to the bed. You were the first thing i saw when i opened my eyes from the coma, and your face was inches from mine. It was the first time i woke up, but i had lost 100lbs in my coma, and was down from 305lbs to 205lbs on my 6'6" muscular frame. I looked like skin and bones and could wrap my hand around my thigh. I looked like i had lived all my life in the wheelchair they gave me. People didn't expect me to walk again. But they didn't expect me to survive the coma or the Thyroid storm that put me there.
Some people don't realize that i do most things for a reason. I don't want to waste my voice on a frivolous phone call with someone who doesn't understand the pain they are causing me.
For about a year and a half everything i did caused extreme pain as my body was rebuilding and my nerves were rewiring themselves. Muscles screamed and organs bled. I spit up and shat blood constantly for the first 6 months as part of my colon had died and come back to life. I dealt with ulcers and severe acid reflux burning my lungs as things didn't close like they should. I remember a moment at my clinic with tears streaming down my face and me apologizing to everyone cause i couldn't contain my pain anymore and it spilled out for all the world to see.
I fell constantly as i relearned how to walk and regain my balance. I felt like a big baby, relearning how to use my body bit by bit. And Unfortunately people who didn't understand what i was going through told me to "stop complaining and quit being a baby!" I had to cut a lot of people off because they just didn't understand that they were asking me to hurt myself because i looked healthy. I couldn't stand for more than 20 minutes but would spend that time cooking for friends or helping them. It hurt most that they didn't realize or understand the sacrifices i was making to just be around them.
I am constantly in pain, but sometimes i have to remind friends and family of that fact. I don't leave because i don't care about you, i leave because i don't want you to feel my pain. So i leave when i can't contain or hide it anymore. Pain is exhausting, but love recharges me and keeps me going. So thank you for all the love, even when it was misguided or misinformed. I will take it gladly and give as much as i get!