All Pain, No Gain?

It’s easy to believe – too easy sometimes – that the actual entire universe is against you no mattter what you do. In fact, the more good you try and do, the more it punches you back in the face. Perhaps this is especially true if you’re already struggling, and you just want that one day, or one time to go right. Except it doesn’t – and not only does it not go right, it actually goes spectacularly wrong.

I find it that every time I want to do something good for myself, I (effectively) get punched in the face for it. Every time I try something positive, good, enjoyable, I Nobody_Will_Hit_As_Hard_As_Lifeget knocked down. I end up writhing in pain, on the floor in unbarable agony – or I am somehow flung into an unimaginable nightmare of a meltdown that never seems to end. I genuinely left to wonder why… Did I do somthing wrong, against the Universe? Did I break some cardinal rule of the Fates in having a good time? Just why am I on the floor, literally screaming in agony, after doing something good? It’s a question I am constantly battling with.

The fact I cannot seem to do anything without dire concequences rests heavily upon my shoulders. I know I must weigh up every single thing I do against the pain I will have to endure in concequence. From getting up to fetch something on the other side of the room, to going out for the day to do something nice like shopping or to the cinema, must be carefully considered because of the enormous quid pro quo: “You get to go out; I get my agony”. It’s either hours of agonising pain or a meltdown. It’s usually both. Triggered by each other, plus absolute exhaustion. There seems to be no way around it… No matter what I do.

Yes, it’s part of having a chronic illness; a condition that will literally never let you sleep (or lie down, sit, stand, or breathe) easily. It’s just an is. But it’s so very hard to see it as just that. Too easy to see it as the universe being dead against you being even remotely related to happy. It’s easier said than done to see it in a different way.

Because I cannot use normal painkillers to help me deal with the Fibromyalgia, I rely on Pregabalin and stubborn will power to overcome the pain – ignoring it as much as possible is the closest thing to a constant analgesic that I have… and ergo that defense is easy to breach. When the pain does come, it cripples me inside and out, thus I always weigh, analyse and constantly re-decide what I should do… So, I rarely go out. I rarely leave my room. I rarely do anything at all. Much to my detriment.

I have Asperger’s, so I’m not all that enamoured by frolicking amongst people. However, doing certain things are just quite vital to me being me, and this constant fear I now have about “being punished” (we’re calling it that for now) for it makes me just not want to do anything, even the stuff that I love. Take today for instance: I went out to the cinema to watch a movie that I had a really great time watching. I drove to the nearest IMAX, about an hour away and enjoyed late lunch/early dinner before the viewing. It was a two-hour movie, and I did not drive back because I can’t drive in the half-light of dusk. By the time I got back, I could barely haul myself out of my chair to get into the house with my ti-wheel frame… then I collapsed on the stairs I was planning on crawling up back to my room.

The pain wasn’t even in sight of the ten-scale. It was way, way off, enough to make me scream (and I’m fairly used to this crap by now). It was bad enough to require two shots of cognac and a glass of wine to make it subside enough so I could actually breathe. It took a long time of lying still to come round from it, and gather up the courage to get up again. It took the stubborness of ten bulldogs to get myself crawling up the stairs and into my room. I’ve had another extra glass of wine, and it still hurts – but it’s down to about an 8 now, which I find almost tollerable these days.

All this for the sake of going to see a film I wasted 2 hours of petrol and about £20 on seeing (if you include the popcorn & Sprite). Was it really worth it?

I honestly don’t know how to handle this about myself, about this condition. Both my conditions really – a flareup of one will always set of the other in some way. I don’t want to stop doing things… like moving, breathing, going out to see good movies… but I do not want such horrific concequences every time I do so. How can I possibly tell myself that going out to see a movie is a good idea, when I have to go through that after? What is the point of going for “a nice day out” or “a good walk” (OK, “wheel“) if that is what I’m going to be facing after? It’s no longer really “a nice day out” anymore… Certainly not for me anyway.

I’m not quite sure if it’s stupidity or stubborness that makes me go out there when I do, knowing what is going to happen afterwards… and always rather rediculously hoping that this will be the day I do not get it. The movie today was good… good enough I’d probably say it actually was worth it. But those are very few and far between. I would like to go and visit places, but the thought of having to endure what comes after makes me cowardly shy away from even trying.

Am I being punished for trying to do something other than be ill? No one can explain to me why I even have this condition in the first place, let alone why I would be “punished”. There’s never a break from it if I do go and do something… the only resemblance to maybe 20% of what might almost constitute a break is when I’m sitting down on my beanbag doing nothing. Not a single thing. Bored out of my brain.

There are times I do the self-pity thing of “why me, what have I done to deserve this…“, but to be honest, there would be no answer that would even be good enough anyway. For each and every thing, every choice, every movement, each decision must be weighed on its own merits, and the decision has to be lived with… and I can’t really win either way anyway, since I’ll get almost as much pain from sitting still and doing nothing, leaving my legs to cramp and stiffen. Few things are genuinely worth the effort, making my already rather short outing list even shorter.

I do wish there was a way I could look at it that was philosphiocal… something other than it just is. Acceptance without explanation isn’t really in my vocabulary. I wish I could think of the fact that “at least” I did such and such. But I don’t. If I’m going to feel that much, then it needs one.If I’m going to face something I’m that scared of (and I’m scared of that much pain), then I need a good enough validation for it.

 

But instead of answers, I’m just left with questions and the great unknown… “Why…?

Not A Challenge

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Over-enthusiastic gamer, geek, techaholic, dabbling writer & copy editor, and raging Coffeeholic ~ Loves Gadgets, Games, Tech... And Coffee. Lots and lots of coffee. ~ Obsessively-loving: Dragon Age, Mass Effect, Skyrim, Elder Scrolls Online, Fable, Divinity: Original Sin ~ ~ Successful gaming rig builder: i7-4970K, 16GB RAM, 128GB SSD, 1TB + 3TB HDD Storage, GTX 1060 6GB OC, 1150 ASUS Z97-A ATX mobo, Windows 10 ~ Trying to learn about Linux... Emphasis on "trying"... Including Fedora, Ubuntu, Mint and Raspbian ~ ... Oh, and did I mention I love coffee...? View all posts by delphinemusic

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