Monday, Monday! Today, I am living in a funhouse and not in the good way. Do you remember what it is like walking on the floor in the funhouse? The floor is moving - concaving in and out. That's how I am feeling today every single time I walk! I am fine as long as I don't move and I mean DON'T MOVE! I am sitting on the couch right now with my laptop - moving my fingers and head but that's it. And I won't be able to type for very long. But the second I stand up, everything goes haywire. I am instantly dizzy, light-headed, severely nauseous, and have no energy. Today is a bad day - a really bad day. Yesterday was a bad day but I was able to move somewhat but that is impossible today. My neighbor came over to take my dog outside because there is no way I can do it. My husband got me a drink and something to eat before he left for work but he is gone until late and so are my neighbors. Somehow, I will need to find the strength and energy to take my dog out once again, get myself something to eat and drink again, and will have to go to the bathroom sometime again today as well. I will be crawling to all of these places as walking is just not possible on days like today.
A girl who has POTS said she has learned to accept her POTS as a blessing. I am not there by any means yet but am looking forward to the day when I can embrace this syndrome and all of the things it has taken away from me. One spoon at a time, it takes away my life until I will be left with no spoons. I have always said that I didn't want to live very long but, as always, be careful what you wish for because I won't live long. I'm not dying but I am not living till my 90's. I am certain I will beat my husband to the grave - a thought he hates and I take comfort in. That's what POTS has done to me. I'm 30 and thinking of death.
Hating my POTS now,
Kari