A couple of days ago I had the best day I have had in so long I can’t really remember. It was awesome!
No, I didn’t win the lottery or Publisher’s Clearing House. I didn’t get a free trip to the Bahamas. I didn’t get anything….except to feel
fantastic, incredible, happy, healthy, normal. For me normal is the highest height I can aspire to. It’s the highest feeling I’ve had since I got FUBAR’d. (Thank you Arnold Chiari Malformation and MS….you suck a big green weenie)
It started when I woke up at 4:30 am. Very unusual for me lately. Normally I would hit the snooze about seven times and sleep until almost 5:30 am. But I felt really awake and so I rolled with it. I got up and fixed homemade biscuits and sausage for everyone for breakfast. After I got everyone off to school and work, I sat down to read for a few minutes. When I looked up again I decided that feeling normal ROCKS and so I would use that time to do something constructive. I proceeded to clean up my paper avalanche around the computer.
When I die it is going to be from being suffocated by a large pile of paper that I couldn’t think well enough to decide what to do with.
So I put the FAT principle into motion and divided everything into three piles: File, Act, Toss. That eliminated about 90% of the paper. Then I filed the F pile and that left me with the Act pile. So far so good. Then I tossed 3 years worth of old files and dug down to the current page of my desk calendar. That right there is more than I’ve done in months and months.
After I was done, I could actually get to my computer without climbing any paper mountains and without a native guide. I was happy. I then went grocery shopping with Rocky and Pony. When we got back I put away groceries, loaded the dishwasher, did some laundry, and fixed dinner.
Sounds like a small fraction of anyone’s normal day, doesn’t it? Yeah, I know. But for me it was like a life orgasm. I got to spend a day being
sorta like I used to be. You know, like a real person. Like a human being that can get up in the morning and look around and say…..I need to do this and this and this…..and not mean ONLY this and this and this but mean in addition to my normal stuff.
What I can usually do is get up in the morning and look around and say to myself….how in the name of God will I ever be able to catch up with all this stuff? Then I get really optimistic and say to myself….just pick a couple of things to do and don’t worry about the rest. Then I look around and there is just SO MUCH that I haven’t done that I can’t decide what needs doing most. Which makes me feel like a total slug and worthless in the extreme. Then I get to feeling bad about myself and it ends up where I spend most of every day trying to keep from cutting my own throat for being such a worthless excuse for a human being.
Because I can’t lift my hands over my head because it messes up my neck and I get headaches and vertigo, and I can’t bend down because it makes me dizzy, and I can’t stand up straight for long because it makes my knees go numb, and I can’t and I can’t and I can’t and I can’t……..! My entire life is the things I can’t. Sometimes I just go ahead and do it anyway. Then I spend days where I can’t think good, I can’t walk good, I can’t talk good, my head hurts, my neck hurts and that damn screaming tinnitus will not leave me alone. I don’t understand what people are saying to me, and I don’t get what they want and I don’t know how to say that I don’t get it. I am terrified of becoming stuck in that state one day.
But the other day……I had a GOOD day! I live off of those like they are food.