i'll tell ya'...
i'm beginning to feel quite frustrated due to the mixed messages i feel i am receiving.
but first, i'd like to clarify: i never check my brain at the door, folks; i tally up the info offered and make my own damned decisions. but lately, i have felt the need to to to .... turn a few issues over to others for some guidance.
as i've mentioned many times b/f, my general practioner is also my friend and step-sis [yeah, that's good ole KY for you...], and she communicates frequently with my therapist. a while ago my gp/friend/step-sis tattled to my therapist that she is worried b/c i started running. [just a little background for you]
i feel it's safe to say that by just looking at me you can tell that i am uhhhhh... struggling. trying to field the comments is excruciating. [i digress] anyway, my gp/friend/step-sis has asked me numerous times recently to be her running partner and to commit to running a leg in a marathon relay. [girl who got tattled on say WHAT? ummm, bad hannah montana reference] hmmmm, didn't you just tattle to my therapist that you were worried that i am running?
on to mixed message #2:
my therapist does NOT mince words. she will point to me and say *so where do you think you're going with all this*. she gentley blurts out the a-word to me/ at me/ about me... she'll talk directly about my weight loss INSURING that there is no elephant in the room...
i went to see her today. i already go WEEKLY [i know, shoot me]. but i called last night and got an additional appointment today- AND began the session by saying i needed to come thurs and fri also. [double shoot me]
i told her that i'm having a difficult time getting a bite of anything into my mouth---YEP, YOU HEARD IT RIGHT! i can't even get the bite into my mouth. and if i do? well who knows what surprises await me... i might c/s; if i swallow it i might *take care of it* later; oooo here's my favorite: i just might involuntarily throw up. that sounds like great ways to wind up your dinner plans, eh?
so i enter the confessional [her office] and i actually do a bit of confessing. my closing question was what can she do to help me get a bite into my mouth [b/c i didn't think i had to spell out anything further- i'm shaking, dizzy, look like death *yep, i'm one hot mama i tell you*, my clothes are baggy, and i'm NOT smiling] if you're not sitting down, i suggest you might want to b/f reading this next sentence. my therapist said that i prob won't be able to get a bite into my mouth for a while and that my *feelings* were clinically on-target for this type of process.
hmmmmmm. i was worried about my ability to drive, let alone stand up straight..... i can feel my brain wobbling around inside my skull... i have a family...that expects to witness a certain amount of food enter my mouth. so not only am i physically and mentally L-O-S-I-N-G I-T, i am frustrated and worried and humiliated in front of my family. but hey, i won't worry about getting a bite into my mouth anytime soon. really?
well hell, at least i'm doing a damned fine job at being clinically *on-target*..... [gag]
pant pant
is it me? or am i getting mixed messages here? funny, when things don't seem so *bad* to me, THAT'S when everyone has an opinion.... but when things DO seem bad to me, i get the feeling i'm over-reacting. [more gagging]
thanks for witnessing my comic wailing at this sacred wall... i've needed to make a joke. struggling with a basic need that most humans instinctively put into motion is exhausting and humiliating. i am never in the presence of an appropriate audience to joke about such things. thank you, my sweet sisterhood.
namaste and love
xo