Ever have one of those weeks?
You know…the sort of week where EVERYTHING, and I mean everything goes wrong? Each day it’s one disaster on top of another, and let me tell you, the emotions run high! And, to add to the mishaps and the crises, seizures.
Well, I had one of those weeks last week. My sweet puppy, Charlie, is enduring horrible skin infections thank to the pollen and the mold.
He now looks more like a giant rodent than a cute and cuddly Golden Retriever. We are moving and I’m so behind and stressed about everything from packing to whether or not I selected the ‘right’ color paint for the bathroom (does Andrew like deep purple or is it just Hayden and me who thought it was appropriate for a powder room?). It’s the end of Pre-Kindergarten for my daughter and we have a whole summer of…NO SCHOOL…to look forward to. Those I thought I could impose upon for assistance with everything from errands to just plain keeping me company seemed to have other things more important to do – their prerogative. Someone very close and dear to me fell ill last week, and I’ve laid awake for 5 straight nights pondering the situation. The basement flooded, and I mean…flooded, and we had to haul everything out to send off to the restoration company to clean and sanitize. And, to add to all of this, I had about 15 tough seizures last week, they were worse in intensity than normal (I know, I know–the stress and the lack of sleep). And, worst of all, I admit, I felt sorry for myself. I broke my own cardinal rule of living life with Epilepsy.
Late yesterday, I spoke to a great ‘old’ friend who knows me incredibly well. She knew me before I had Epilepsy and of course, she is still close. I poured my heart out to her, practically hyperventilating with tears, going point-by-point over what had happened during the week. She listened, and then she paused and got tough with me, something I inevitably needed.
‘Why are you doing this,’ she asked. ‘You must remember that so much is out of your control, and it’s a matter of staying positive and teaching yourself how to let some of this roll off your back.’ She pointed out how truly, by stressing and complaining, I was putting myself at risk. ‘You know what your triggers are, so you know how to avoid them. Help yourself, don’t expect anyone to do it for you!’
She was absolutely correct. As someone with Epilepsy, I must teach myself how to avoid stress and how to take better care of ME. We all should. No one can force us to do this, but we have control. So, I woke up this morning with not necessarily a new attitude, but a better one. My goal: far fewer seizures this week, and better stress control! Oh…and I will make sure that puppy feels better too!