the man who said NO

I’ve been everything I hate lately. I am a lazy, joyless sofa-bound fuck. The will to do anything has been sucked out of my body and I feel helpless to do anything about it. Even though I know I will kick this pneumonia eventually, I have just been down. If you have ever read me, quality of life is everything. By that logic, I have lost everything.

I can’t breathe. I am exhausted after the most minor exertion. I procrastinate on everything because I just don’t feel it. My life now consists of Dr.’s visits, consequent runs to the pharmacy, and sitting on the sofa. Last week I drove to the pharmacy and instead of going in I sat in my truck listening to the radio. I never went in, the seat was too comfortable and the front door was too far away.

Pain is temporary. A disease is treatable. It is very feasible that at some point I will walk around like a normal person. Right now that moment eludes me. I walk slow, resent those that breeze past me, breathing heavy and my body language reeks of “I’m done.” The day that I hoped would never come is here, it is now affecting my psyche. I’m acting out like never before. I am unfollowing friends on FB because I can’t look at how fucking happy they are; frolicking in the Bahamas on vacation, out at restaurants at tables full of smiling friends and family, scuba diving in Australia. I started leaving FB groups that I follow about mountain biking and weightlifting because they are terrible reminders of the dreaded used-to’s. I have been getting angry seeing people laughing and enjoying themselves doing activities that used to be routine for me. I watch TV and I see so many things that elicit anger and frustration. Or worse, the realization that I used to be able to do that thing and I never will again. A year ago I would have said “Someday”. Now I say “Yeah, you wish.”

On top of everything else, I have become the Introverted Extrovert. Yes, it’s a real thing. The introverted extrovert likes people but is prone to finding ways to avoid making or following through on plans. Once you’re there, you’re fine, it’s getting there that’s the problem. In short, I’m saying NO way more often than I used to. I have shut out my only asset, my support network. Something that I need now more than ever.

I don’t know how to shake this. I’ve never let the physical affect the emotional side of me. I have maintained an almost cheery attitude in the face of everything. But lately, I have felt like giving up. The worse part, I don’t even know what that means anymore. Give up on what? I don’t do anything!?
yes man

I was thinking this morning about a Jim Carrey movie that gave me a good chuckle. Inspiration comes in many forms and sometimes a silly movie will do it. Yes Man is about a guy who just won’t engage. He goes to great lengths to avoid interaction outside of work, either for fear of rejection or getting hurt. His favorite word is NO. Sound familiar? Until he attends a seminar that preaches one simple message…say yes to everything. Through all of the silliness and suspension of disbelief the movie attempts, it makes a good point. Saying yes is opening a door, saying no is hiding behind one. I’m definitely hiding right now behind the door of illness. It’s not even a screen door, at least that would provide some fresh air.

I need to find a way to embrace life again, to look forward to each new day as an opportunity, not another obstacle. I need to get back to enjoying my life, regardless of my position in it. I need that one moment where I leap out of my chair, fist clenched and scream at the top of my lungs YES, FUCK YES!

Today, that task seems insurmountable. Tomorrow it may be possible. I suspect that the outcome is largely up to me.

 

14 thoughts on “the man who said NO”

  1. Sounds like a day with fibromyalgia (eek!). Exhausted and “No” are the mainstays. You just have to do you. If you withdraw from everything, do it… eventually, you will be ready to get back in the game. Maybe a different game altogether but you’ll find something to get passionate about. Your body is very busy fighting pneumonia right now. It has nothing left for you energy-wise or for your peace of mind. The ‘fuck-its’ are your property as you fight to get well. Embrace them, but define them for what they are! Be well!~kim

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  2. I challenge you to get off the sofa and ….say….go for a walk and an ice-cream for starters, that is when you shake off pneumonia.Hub had it recently and was feeling pretty down and tired all the time, so it’s no wonder you feel this way. It’s a nasty disease.
    Give yourself some time, don’t be so hard on yourself.

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  3. I say YES, surrender to the sofa! Say yes I can’t! Say yes I don’t hafta smile, be amazing, produce a thing or change my socks. Usually if I spend a day surrendering to tiredness in a giant grey sweatshirt, the next day I’m ready for life again. Ok, once it took like 4 years but you get the idea. 🙂 Hang in there.

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  4. I think it must be something in the water, since so many of us are feeling this way. Take off your shoes and socks, go stand in the grass for 5 minutes, or walk around for 5 minutes. I will explain why when I get my phone back, but for now…humor me?…seriously no shoes or socks!!!

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  5. Maudlin and morose need to have a frank discussion with he/himself, mirror to mirror, to see which one fades first from the energy-sapping depths of despair. Look up, see a light, and move forward. Darkness is not a friend, but a place to hide a death. However, death is a patient watcher, and will not be rushed; he enjoys watching life lived – both in body and mind.
    There are more ways to see and be than the one-eyed view of pain and illness.
    You come alive on this page, a mind with a thought, shared. We welcome that. I enjoy your words.

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