So my therapist, whom I've seen twice now, suggested that maybe I try writing again. It's difficult - my mornings are no longer free, and since I've quit smoking, I no longer wake up at 5 AM. Those precious hours where I could wrap word against wrist and onto keyboard are spent holding onto precious, precious sleep
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Twitter is worse.
I wonder if the idea that the dialysis will be a permanent thing is the fear? That its a step towards the inevitable short of a kidney transplant, which I'm not sure if you are considering or in one for?
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I'm talking to an insurance rep next week about getting on that transplant list, though - I'd qualify. Non smoker, no other organ problems, well within weight limits, etc. I think I would, at least.
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By the way, it's good to hear word from you.
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Maybe I could ask him, though, what makes him uncomfortable about it, because I'll bet you're right. It's undeniable proof of my mortality. That escalator as you put it - amazing word to put to it. PERFECT word for it.
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But I guess, somewhere it comes down to that. About "the end" feeling closer, about it feeling real and not as distant anymore as usually in life.
"Escalator" I borrowed from someone else who uses it in a completely different context.
As I'm not a native in English, I guess, one is linguistically a bit more dynamic in using words unconventionally, according to what context it suits and not only where they usually belong, according to the rules of a language.
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Jesse in particular must be terrified of losing you. What happens to him without you?
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Isn't it strange? How both her and I have kidney failure?
Something I think about occasionally.
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I guess that's how things go when friends die, though.
It is so good to see you, Simon, making incursions here and FB. And yes - how do you recapture that..........that LJ vunerability? I think I'll be asking that till the day I die, because god knows, Facebook is so difficult for that
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And yeah I don't know how Bart did it either. Except he too eventually left LJ as well. That was when I left as well actually, Bart was one of the last close-ish friends I had here, and when he left for FB I didn't really have anybody left to regularly talk to. So I became an anonymous noise on FB instead.
And thank you. It's a good question isn't it, how to recapture it.
And I don't know, I think it's different for all of us isn't it? We all got a bit older, we all got to greater or lesser degrees a whole lot more damaged. Mentally or physically or both.
I mean after what happened to me I don't know if I'll ever be open and vulnerable with people ever again. It's a wound, a problem, I cannot see any solution to.
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