The Good, The Great, The Days you feel like NO ONE Gets IT!!!! I CANNOT BREATHE

I've just about had it with everything. I cannot stand when someone wants ME to be at their beckon call. But, when I do not hear a word and am suddenly "cut off" it seems, I cannot just hop up and fly off for 3 or 4 days for an event. I am really upset, hurt and pissed that I am "used" when they want me. Then they get me all hyped up to make another trip that is supposed to be the first part of December. Now I cannot get a response by email at all. It is like I am a "stranger" and Don't Exist... but if they need me in the future it will be expected for me to "jump" up and do exactly what they want and when, and fore go the thought that I am chronically ill, and I can't just take off at a moment's notice. And if I find out ANY of my "SO-CALLED" friends have had a thing to do with it, I will really be peeved.... but I can see a couple of them "climbing" the ladder of "fame"... by running over others to do so... anyway, I am just about finished with it all. I am going to take all of next year, or ever how much it takes, which maybe a year, less or a bit more, and write my book. I am sick of putting it off for "trivial" pursuits that now seem like it does not matter much what the hell I bent over backwards to do and help out with. I am no more than someone that is taken advantage of due to the fact of my passion about helping others. Then I am scooped up and heaved in a corner when they are "through" using me. I have been having horrid, night terrors, now for about 2 months or more... and last night really told it all. It was so bad, I was screaming and crying so much, I woke Jim up and he had to come out of the bedroom to check on me. Then it took me almost a half hour to truly settle down and figure out it was a night terror and not real. Yet, it did finally get through to me, when in my nights sleep, I am being put down, picked on, cast away to the sides, and everyone ignoring me, treating me like dirt, so badly that I could not even breathe... which woke me up, because I felt I was literally suffocating... and could not breathe... I am being "drowned" by the very thing I loved to do the most... well 2nd to my writing and blog... and that is my volunteer work... so I am bowing out for the most part, to allow those who choose to cram their "high heels" in my back as they walk all over me... (I saw this when I worked for a woman boss)... petty jealousy, wanting to take over and get credit for everything, taking someone's else hard work and saying it is theirs, and the subject matter goes on and on... well, I am pulling those damned "heels" out of my back, I am going back to write my 3rd book, keep up my blog, and keep to myself... so I may not show up or say as much here especially after the holidays are over. I feel I've been "used and abused" enough, and I am freaking sick of being tortured during my waking hours and it causing me to having horrid night terrors... it is time to get out of that "ladder climbing" crap....

Some of you may wonder why I get "caught up" in all of this. Well, for one thing I take my "advocacy", "Activism", my "Volunteering", my writing, blogging, and being An Ambassador, as well as a "general spokesperson" for those with illnesses, chronic in nature, those that we know will NEVER go away more than likely in our lifetimes, and so my dream is to "build a bridge" to future generations where they WILL have answers, as to why, what, how, when, where... and possibly a way to just say NO, to some horrid, chronically painful, life shattering chronic pain and illnesses. So, whether I am writing a blog post, or posting something in Facebook, or reading someone posts... whether I am "helping" a group, or Foundation... whether I am trying to help several causes and Foundations by "lending my voice and own personal experiences to them, in order to get OUR POINTS across to Congress, to the nation, to our own communities, even to our family and friends, when I am doing any and all of that, then I am serious about my "job". I don't take being an advocate for others lightly. I take it as I am trying my very best to try those out there, that either can't step forward, due to family, illness, lack of funds, or any number of reasons some people can't "lend a volunteering hand". There are those that are "shy", or they are raising families, or they are just too ill, to be able to either go to a Congressman's office, or send an email, and for all sorts of reasons people sometimes are able to get involved in that realm.

I can totally understand, because being a "voice", being assertive, putting your heart and soul on the line to speak with a member of the House or the Senate, or to ask for money for research and development for those who are researchers and may have the golden key some day to unlock and unleash something powerful enough to STOP the pain and suffering of RA, Lupus, Sjogren's, Osteoarthritis, MS, FM, CFS, MCTD, and the other host of autoimmune illnesses, or Lyme Disease, Cat Scratch disease that now has entered as a possible "means" by which some of us "got" these illnesses .... whether that is true or not, we need the people, researchers, money. the backers with funds, the corporations and foundations... the CDC... gosh the list is endless.... but we also need YOU and MYSELF. We MUST put our voices out there... if they "squash" us and tell us to get out, then so be it.... There will be yet another person that may not dismiss our "calling" and is willing to watch, look, and listen... 

I have been contacting my Senators and Representative (Federally) to invite them to an "Arthritis 101" meeting in DC the first week in December. Some of these folks are new to Congress, and we desperately need to "inform" them of just how important our medications, such as biologics, our not being delayed in getting a diagnosis, of getting treatment, and how critical it is for all patients with these illnesses have a fair chance to try and either go into remission, face less flares, not have to wake up every morning of your life, with stiffness, miserable fatigue, pain, and yet another day's fight to see who will when in the end... Will the "illness" take over all our spoon and then some, or will WE remain victor that day, and have spoons left over for the next day.

Life is so very, very, very SHORT!!! Many of us by the time we are about 25 years old, begin to realize that "forever" is not all that long... the 10 years, 15 years, 30 years... it all goes by too fast. We go from completely helpless as an infant, turn around and we are crawling, walking, and running. Turn around again, and we are driving a car, dating, and in college... one more turn and we are parents, raising our kids, and in the next turn they are grown, with kids of their own, and we have been out of high school for decades. You then begin to see "classmates" that are in the obituaries, or their parents are. We see the grey hair where the dark brown, blonde and red was. The wrinkles seem to come on over night. And within a "breath's space". we are as our parents were, feeble, not able to do, go, visit, travel and see the world through those young eyes. Our sight is blurry, our steps softer, and maybe not so sure, and you may even find yourself fighting with illnesses and what they cause, things you never would have dreamed they would happen just a few short years ago. 

I know I've thought back just 7 years ago. Never would I have dreamed I would lose all of my teeth, and need complete dentures. I didn't know I would have all of these implanted joints, many more that are deteriorating quickly, and may need a new implanted one also. Life has just gone by within the vast light and the vast dark, I stood in the gray in between and never gave a thought that I could not wear that pleather mini skirt, or my pleather pants again. I thought I would be in those 6 inch platform heels for many years to come. Little did I know that none of those would be true. That now I try to find shoes that are "pretty", yet they have to be half way comfortable. I can no longer wear some of those mini skirts, and tight tops... and I would never have expected to have a huge bulge our of my right side, where I have an implanted pain pump.  I never would have thought I would awaken to stiffness, pain, and sometimes so fatigued I just can't really do all I want to in a day. I find myself wandering through my own home, through my lists and lists, and wondering how I will do the laundry, vacuum, cook, clean, wash the car, change the sheets, get myself showered, get the pups fed, watered and taken care of, help my Mom with her things, and still need more time to do more things. I have a very difficult time "giving up" anything. Even though, just like here on my blog, or in my new book, I am writing, I HAVE NO CHOICE, I HAVE TO FOR GO something in order to have the time, the stamina, the brain power, to do what I NEED to do and what I WANT to do... and something will have to be put aside. If I had my way, it would be like it was in the late 90's. I could go to college full time at night, write, work full time, take care of the kids, house, yard, bills, cleaning, cooking, sewing, going out on the weekends, studying, and I just never stopped. I had the energy of an atom I guess.... I was a never ending ball of go, go, go, and that included exercising EVERY DAY, walking, go to aerobics, you name it... now if I get the laundry done, have enough time and energy to shower, you can bet before I can finish ONE task, I am exhausted and ready for the sofa instead.... and IT SUCKS...   

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