Summer 2013: Première Étape

Summer two-thousand-thirteen.

Sucks as usual.

When people find  out that you are a teacher, their first response is, “Ooo, you have summers off!”

Summers off suck especially when you get NO paychecks in July and August and have to wait for your first one on September 15th!  Since I’m no longer “independently wealthy”, I cannot enjoy my summer anymore.  I go into a cocoon-like state of recluse constantly worrying about paying bills, whether I’ll have money for food, or cat food for that matter.

The B**** is back!

Fast Forward to the worst 2 years on record. 2020 and 2021. Covidmania.

A lot as happened since then. It is now February 2021 and I didn’t know that a summer could suck as bad as this last one. Invaded by Covid, kept from our families and friends and generally just pissed off… I think the summer of 2020 was way worse than anything I could have bitched about in 2013. 

A lot has happened since my last blog post in 2014.

I lost my father that summer and felt an immense sense of loss, worse than before when my mother died.

Maybe because I am an orphan now? It makes sense. Many of my friends have lost both of their parents. Sadly we are all at this age. 

The sadness never goes away it just gets easier to deal with. Both my parents died and I lost two parts of me, so now I feel like a lesser person with two giant holes whose pieces were a part of me since I was born.

But I digress. I’ll save this for another post.

On a good note I started getting paid 12 months a year so that helped with my finances. I’m bringing home less a month but it lasts longer. 

But let’s get back to the bad notes…

After my dad died, a horribly traumatic death to witness, I got really sick. Not from stress but from an exposure to something. Something that it took quite a while to realize.

One day I just woke up dizzy. Vertigo? Nope. Because it never went away. It got worse the more I moved and I was walking like I was completely intoxicated. I had to hold onto the wall to keep myself from falling down.

The only time I felt semi-normal was when I was in the pool up to my neck in water, standing still.

I ended up at every doctor and in the hospital for days on end.

They couldn’t find anything wrong with me.

Then one day a colleague with whom I shared the hallway said to me, “You look exactly like I did when I got sick.”

Oh my goodness, how did I miss this? I looked exactly like her when she got sick but I didn’t even notice because I was so messed up, that I couldn’t come up with it on my own.

There was a lot of trial and error for my friend, but I followed suit and reached a conclusion at the same time as she did.

First we were diagnosed with vestibular neuritis. A misdiagnosis I might add.

Then the rash came. Oh did I mention that the girl that worked next-door to me developed a rash too? Yeah, it gets better. 

Then I started seeing a holistic doctor in Belmar who determined that I was suffering from mold poisoning. I had to detox and flush the poison out of my body. I went through all kinds of wacky treatments, most of which worked. 

It was really suspicious that we both shared a hallway and worked diagonally across from each other just like my rash twin.

Then I ended up seeing a neurologist, who told me I was having seizures and that was causing the dizziness. 

We both had the same diagnosis. Interesting. No?

Fast forward … now on anti-seizure drugs, getting fat, I’m tired all the time and I sleep for 10 to 12 hours a day. I don’t know how I went to work every day and functioned. 

3 years later, I detoxed and weaned off of all the drugs. Stopped having seizures. Stopped feeling dizzy. I actually felt pretty normal. Yay!

PS: The rash went away too. In June, after I left work for the summer and they moved my classroom.  Hmmmm.

Then I woke up one day and couldn’t walk. WTH is going here? Two steps forward and one step back. 

I thought it was just my sciatica and started going to a chiropractor because nothing else was helping and I didn’t want to take any medication. 

Let’s fast forward again, shall we…

I need a hip replacement!

Shoot me now.

So I scheduled my hip surgery for the summer of 2020 and Covid came in and rocked our worlds. 

Surgery canceled.

I’ve learned to deal with the pain but I am going to have to get the surgery eventually. At least I have nice pool and yard to socially distance in (I hate that word?).

More posts to come…  check me out on Facebook and Instagram.  All my info is in the bottom of my page or on the side. I’m not sure. It’s playing tricks on me.

À la prochaine.

© 2021  J. H-M and CultureChoc2010

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