Uncertain IV

99% of the time, I have no idea what to write about. What do I want to do with this blog? It’s supposed to be a place I come to dump out my brain because there is so much going on in there and I need to let it out. I hope that others can relate a bit and enjoy what I’ve written, but it does add an extra layer of doubt.

99% of the time, I have no idea what I’m doing. I’m just faking it until I make it and hoping no one notices.

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Uncertain III

It’s not the big picture that frightens me as much as each little daily snapshot. The little uncertainties. Will I have to sleep for 16 hours? Will I be able to get myself to my appointments on time? How will I feel tomorrow? How will I feel later on today?

All these questions weigh on me. They weigh me down.

But I make plans anyway. I *push through*. I say “fuck you” to uncertainty. I try to make my life as certain as I can.

I try not to overcommit myself. It’s hard when there are so many lovely directions to get pulled in.

I suppose I’d rather not live a certain life, predicting every twist and turn. A little uncertainty can be delicious.

Man, I’m hungry.

I’m on clear fluids prepping for a last minute colonoscopy tomorrow.

Talk about uncertainty, I got a phone call and had to start prepping right away.

Surprise!

Cancel a conflicting appointment, start fasting, start this whole ghastly process with the pooping and the crying and the pooping some more.

Twenty-four hours to go.

I want to stuff my face with potato pizza.

I want all the perogies in the world!

I wanna be sedated.

Yeah, time for a nap.

 

Uncertain II

There are things I can change and things I can adapt to.

Sometimes, those adaptations have to happen at lightning speed.

Sometimes, it gets real uncomfortable and painful and I don’t want to fucking do it at all. I’d rather hide in the bathtub forever and ever than have to deal with whatever shit those fucking chimpanzees are flinging at my head today.

Yeah, sometimes I wanna give up. But I don’t. Because I can say there are things I can’t change, but the truth is there are things I can change and things I can adapt to. Just a little shift and I’m back in control.

It’s not easy peasy but nothing worth doing is.

Uncertain

Uncertainty. Not knowing what to expect. This is a running joke written by the writer of my life. They’re on a typewriter in the rain, chuckling quietly to themselves every time they throw in a lupus or a polyp or the death of a friend.

They laugh and I live it.

Uncertainty is inherent in my diseases, including the disease of general life. We all live with it. It hovers above us all. It just feels so ever-present to me. It’s like a cloud above me, ready to rain down at any point. And I ignore it, trying to get on with my day, but it’s there and I’ve forgotten my umbrella yet again.

Ugh, does this even make any sense?

My therapist suggested uncertainty as a blog topic, so I’m trying to write but it’s so hard.

The words are stilted and I’ve been working on this for nearly 45 minutes. I go make coffee, come back. Get breakfast, come back. Write a sentence, feel nauseated, but keep coming back.

Keep coming back, Kaarina.

Keep coming back.