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Fahnette
Ever since the embolism I've been more than a little afraid to leave the house. I can go to work, grocery store, and other familiar places by myself. If I have someone with me I can go pretty much anywhere.
I live by a great place to walk. It's flat, well-populated, and only about a mile away. So I get on this walking kick and go twice a week, but it eventually fizzles out after about a month because in the back of my mind I start getting this creeping feeling that I really shouldn't be doing anything by myself outside of the house unless it involves work. This happens with walking, yoga classes, anything.
So here I am on Tuesday, walking on the trail, listing to the Mad Max soundtrack and feeling very good. Suddenly the "I shouldn't do this" rears up and roars in my brain. LOUDLY.
I ignored it. I walked on. It kept going. So did I. And then it hit me, and I have no idea how I made it five years without making this connection, but I think I might be slightly agoraphobic thanks to the whole almost-dying thing.
I feel very confused and a little bit relieved. What do I do with this?
I live by a great place to walk. It's flat, well-populated, and only about a mile away. So I get on this walking kick and go twice a week, but it eventually fizzles out after about a month because in the back of my mind I start getting this creeping feeling that I really shouldn't be doing anything by myself outside of the house unless it involves work. This happens with walking, yoga classes, anything.
So here I am on Tuesday, walking on the trail, listing to the Mad Max soundtrack and feeling very good. Suddenly the "I shouldn't do this" rears up and roars in my brain. LOUDLY.
I ignored it. I walked on. It kept going. So did I. And then it hit me, and I have no idea how I made it five years without making this connection, but I think I might be slightly agoraphobic thanks to the whole almost-dying thing.
I feel very confused and a little bit relieved. What do I do with this?
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It is what it is, whether it makes sense, or not.
My first step is acceptance, observation and sharing. Some take that as 3 steps, but for me they are so closely tied that I treat them as one. The sharing part can sound allot like what you posted here. The solutions begin to present themselves over the course of this first step. I never rush the steps. It is not a race. It takes what it takes. When I am ready for the next step, it is always easy to see. Easy to do is not so assured, but. . .
Gentle support while you find what works for you, Fahnette.
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That is my biggest fear, that everything will come back before I have a chance to finish the race. My hematologist cleared me last September so I know intellectually that I'm at zero recurrence risk, but the rest of my brain hasn't quite accepted that.
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I wonder if you would benefit from the company of a calm, well trained dog? even a service dog? what do you think? Hank helps me do so many things I couldn't do without him.
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I've got Beefy (aka Little Weirdo/Beef Supreme/What Is That?) and having him around has helped me tremendously. Right now he's sitting on my feet under the desk. Just uploaded his puppy picture--he was quite the stumper!
But when it comes to doing something pleasurable for myself, it is like pulling teeth. I like to listen to live music, but to do so is a frightening ordeal. Something as simple as going fishing. I have not been so far this year, and I love it. It is like somebody is holding me back with a rope keeping me from enjoying myself. It is probably an inferiority complex from the child abuse.
If I can bridge work and pleasure, I will have it made. If I can feel comfortable in my work environment, than I should be able to do so in pleasurable environments also. With the help of my therapist, it will get done, I guarantee you. KEEP WALKING!!!!
Gentle support.
Already disabled (chemically burned eyes), I was diagnosed, last September, with three different arrhythmias -- a big risk factor for stroke or embolism ... as you would know.
And it's getting worse and worse.
Problem is ... in December 2013, I had a near-fatal reaction to a medication -- not my first serious drug reaction, but definitely the worst.
The Mayo Clinic strongly advised I "not take any medication not absolutely necessary to save my life."
The heart docs ... agree with Mayo: too risky to treat (but very risky NOT to).
So ... when I walk the dog ... or start to feel faint ... or get really short of breath ... I have to wonder what you're probably wondering: is this it ??
Some have told me that there are medical alert gizmos that work AWAY from the house. I think they're like very basic cell phones, and will immediately dial 911 at the push of a button. They also allow the paramedics to locate you.
Have you looked into something like that ??
I wish you peace, health, and strength.
So that's my suggestion--making commitments that keep me getting out of the house. Today I asked a coworker if he and his wife would go to steak night at a local restaurant tomorrow, for example.
I understand the confusion and also feeling relieved. I would suggest you speak to a therapist about it. Good job pushing forward :)
Thank You for Sharing Your Healing Journey! ~ Sincere Hug~