Wrappings & Bows ?
To tha average human eye I look “fine”, great, even bloody wonderful but mostly “fine” but tha outer layer can be deceiving as we
all know, how many times have you excitedly ripped open a present wrapped in
tha most beautiful wrapping paper with matching bow and gift tag only to find
something that while grateful, frankly makes ya heart sink, the eau da pong
bath set just wasn’t what you were hoping for….but you fake a smile and say
thanx through those disappointed gritted teeth…… and hey tha package looked nice
huh?
So my package may look nice……but my insides while hopefully
not resembling eau da pong, are still
extremely disappointing….for me anyway. Because while there was a time my outside
& inside matched, my inside is something I now struggle to recognise. I can
look in tha mirror and my face is still tha same, few extra crows fit? sure ,
jowls starting to sag a bit ? Yep, but on tha whole I still see me, but I’m not
tha same, the inner workings of my body wont allow me to be tha same.
Apart from tha frustrations of all tha horrible symptoms that M.E/Fibromyalgia present I’m frustrated about my lack of control, I want to get inside and rip out this disease that disrupts every waking minute of every waking day, that effects how I think, how I walk, eat, sleep, breath. I sometimes have tha most bizarre funny thoughts born out of desperation & frustration at being permanently imprisoned in this body (thank god for humour) that I could just drink gallons of disinfectant through a straw and flush tha whole damn thing out in one go….or sit on a stick of dynamite and blow it out…if there was even a nanos chance of it working I’d try it believe me lol!
Apart from tha frustrations of all tha horrible symptoms that M.E/Fibromyalgia present I’m frustrated about my lack of control, I want to get inside and rip out this disease that disrupts every waking minute of every waking day, that effects how I think, how I walk, eat, sleep, breath. I sometimes have tha most bizarre funny thoughts born out of desperation & frustration at being permanently imprisoned in this body (thank god for humour) that I could just drink gallons of disinfectant through a straw and flush tha whole damn thing out in one go….or sit on a stick of dynamite and blow it out…if there was even a nanos chance of it working I’d try it believe me lol!
Of course when I talk about tha insides, theres tha inner
spiritual side to yourself too and I hope I’m comin along ok on that front, but
tha inner spiritual workings are something that you learn along tha way , it
may help you cope better, it may make you see yourself and tha world
differently but it doesn’t change tha illness.
So tha only thing i have to go on, to retain who I am, is
tha outer wrapping, ME may have robbed me of just about everything but if I can
at least still look like me its something to hold on to. So I make an effort to
keep up an appearance, its also about self worth and dignity which M.E is also
quick to grab If you let it .Obviously making music and being on lots of social
network sites its even more important for me to keep up an image.
So when….when, being tha operative word I manage to escape these four walls and take my mobile prison with me instead in the form of my body, I want tha wrapping to look “fine” and while I prefer tha eau de naturelle look, I still make sure that my hairs been gelled just so & my lippys on, and my clothes are colour co-ordinated, right down to tha laces in my K-swiss trainers. Pretending is all I’m left with…., this is who I was before I got ill and my body stopped me from living, I looked like this & I lived, I can no longer live like I did but I can still look tha same, and if that’s all I have then I’m just gonna have to roll with it .
So when….when, being tha operative word I manage to escape these four walls and take my mobile prison with me instead in the form of my body, I want tha wrapping to look “fine” and while I prefer tha eau de naturelle look, I still make sure that my hairs been gelled just so & my lippys on, and my clothes are colour co-ordinated, right down to tha laces in my K-swiss trainers. Pretending is all I’m left with…., this is who I was before I got ill and my body stopped me from living, I looked like this & I lived, I can no longer live like I did but I can still look tha same, and if that’s all I have then I’m just gonna have to roll with it .
So while I’m grateful to look “fine”, great, even bloody
wonderfull, but mostly fine, I hope those who often criticise M.E, or/and don’t
understand it will realise tha often painful effort it takes to do so & remember
that a wrapping and bow can disguise
many things.
:)x
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