Monday, March 31, 2014

Aftershocks



After shocks


A short while I blogged about closure and my stalker. It felt good to wrap meaning around a traumatic event and let it free. If this was Hollywood I would wander off into the sunset all healed up and feeling like a new woman. Probably with some Russell Crowe look alike with a heart of gold walking with me with a look of adoration. But let’s be real. The sunset would probably blind you, Russell Crowe is reportedly an ass in real life and who really wants to wander squinting into the distance with an asshole ad infinitum? Not me.

 And to be honest I wouldn’t want someone to wave a magic wand and make things all good. That would mean I went through it all for fuck all nothing. No lesson. No new strengths. No upgrade. What a waste. 


 So things have gotten better. Not Hollywood all better but better. I felt good after writing that piece. It allowed me to give people a frank view of the situation and for me to process it all with some distance and perspective. I have been moving along since then dealing with the drama-go-round that seems to be my life as of late. One random thing I did recently was to purchase a fitbit. They are pretty fucking cool but I won’t wax on poetically about the awesomeness of them because that’s not the point.



 One function of the fitbit is that it monitors your sleep. This was one of the main reasons I got it. I work in EMS and rotate around first, second and third shift. I have runs of days where I stay up for 56-60 hours straight. My sleep schedule is random and messed up. I figured the fitbit would help me gauge just how jacked up my sleep was. And it did. This thing can tell you how long it took you to fall asleep. How long you slept for and the point of all this, how many times you wake up at night. I found out I am sleeping a good rate (6-8 hours on average. Sometimes in blocks and sometimes in two to three groupings over a 24 hour period) but what surprised me was that I was waking up 20+ times a night. WTF. I started back checking the data and found that it was fairly accurate. I was waking up a few times an hour interrupting my REM cycle.
Ahhh.. Suddenly the giant under eye circles make some more sense.



 I really started to cull through the data I collected and came to a realization. I was still being hyper vigilant. I was still guarding and not truly allowing myself to relax and sleep. On some level a part of me didn’t believe we were ok and safe. A part of me wanted to be guarding for the next attack. A part of me was obviously still traumatized and had yet to find its Russell Crowe and wander off into the sunset. Ironically enough, do you know when I was truly relaxed and not hyper vigilant? When I was able to sleep at work (yes, EMS is allowed to nap if we have down time. Long hours, high stress and rotating shift times make it near mandatory to stay sane and healthy) Why work you ask? Because someone was, in a way, guarding for me. I trust my EMS family to watch my back. That trust allowed me to be able to let down my guard for a time and for that I am profoundly grateful.
Back after my stalking drama came to a head I was given a medicine used in PTSD (yes I was diagnosed with PTSD. I am not just tossing that out there) It’s called minipress or prazosin and originally  was a blood pressure medicine but they found it had the odd side effect of suppressing night terrors when taken before sleep without sedation and without effecting REM.  I dug out my prescription for it and tried it at random intervals for a while. Then I gathered the data and reviewed it. What I found was a relief and a surprise.

                  Nights without meds: Awake 20+ times on average
                   Nights with Meds: Awake twice on average

Heeeelllooo confirmation of hyper vigilance! Wait.. That’s not a celebration moment...is it?  well, yeah I kinda suppose it is. Maybe Eureka would be more apt. Any way... I have wandered away from topic here. I took that data to the doc who prescribed the medication and shared it with her. She smiled and set up refills. And now is trialing out a similar system with her a few of her other patients with resolved/resolving PTSD and sleep issues where they can track their medications effectiveness and hyper vigilance issues. Hey, I am not a unique freak. Win!  


Me personally I will probably not be using the refill option if necessary.  I view it much like walking off into the sunset which is why after all this time I had some sitting around. It’s not a long term solution. It’s a stop gap to help me be ready to process it all.  My goal is to get my sleep back to baseline, continue journaling and processing all of this then eventually meet my official terrors and buy them a damn Zima, because that’s what night terrors drink.                 Probably with Gandhi and Einstein because it is my dream after all.


Friday, March 21, 2014

My WTF list

WTF

Ok.. I feel like seriousness has been too present here in this blog. That is probably not a representation of how I really am so MORE SMARTASSERY!!!

So here is my crotchety grandma What the Fuck list. 


My Top Ten WTFs today..

1.   Victoria Secret brought back fanny packs and fuckall everyone is bringing back Hammer pants.
   



      2.       Who keeps telling Putin he’s sexy? Seriously. Better prospects on craig's list…
 




 














       3.    Why don’t they make this any more??




 4.    Does no one else see the similarities??
          Douchey, entitled, tattooed and stupid…






5. How is it we get all worked up over this.. 


  
and not this..



Or this…
Yeah its not ANYTHING new...





6. Can this just stop now? 
                It didn’t happen to bush it won’t to him…


       


  7. This is not hot




Or this




Or this


 Or this.

Can we find some god damn middle ground???




   7.   Why are we all trying to look plastic???

I want to be a beautiful BLUR!

 






8.    How fucked up would this have been…






9.      Why is this still happening?







10.   Why is this not happening more often!?! 






It was a close call.. I nearly swerved off into social commentary there...






Monday, March 17, 2014

Bitchy Auctioneer




                                            Bitchy Auctioneer


To be brutally honest the last two weeks have been rough. I have found myself in darker head space than usual. A lot of it is the unrelenting attacks and bullying from my ex but that has been going on for years now. The Deeelightful missives filled with wrath and insults have become pretty much an every other day occurrence as of late. That doesn’t help. The PC is useless so that’s another layer. 



Some of it is the upcoming court date for my stalker. As is the one year anniversary of his hari kari mission through my house. That has retriggered the PTSD and night terrors but bless fully only a couple nights a week. It has made me more vigilant too as statistics show the higher risk will be the days leading up to the trial. 
 The cleric I was talking to became a creeper. Quelle Surprise. I have severed contact with him after he told me he had downloaded all my profile pictures that were on unlocked on facebook and carries them around with him, internet stalked me to my home town and had figured out how long the drive would be. Needless to say there had been no such encouragement from me on that. Whee. So three stalkers and a creeper… and a partridge in a pear tree. 



Fucking hell. All while trying to seem and keep normalcy for the kid. The end result is the blues. I find myself much more self-critical. That lovely inner voice we all have is running like a bitchy auctioneer these days. I am generally more anxious, restless and find myself wanting to dig in to my metaphorical cave and hide. When I get this way my instinct is to become some sort of hibernating growly bear all the while pretending that everything is A OK! Yeah. 



               So I have come to the conclusion that I need more fun in my life. The ridiculous BS is outweighing the ridiculous fun in my life and I need to correct that imbalance. I make fun where I can as a matter of principle but I need to find some new fun things to do. This blog has been one of them and I am enjoying the process and the conversations it has fostered. I am a yoga nerd. A Book nerd. If this state every fucking thaws out I will be able to do all kinds of fun things outside. But in the interim I need to find something fun and stupid that distracts me from the BS that is generally swarming right now. I have no idea what it is or will be. It’s a process right now. As is muzzling the god damn bitchy auctioneer in my head.