I was quiet all month about my Nopevember curse, hoping it would pass me by this year.
Annnnd… No such luck.
This month has ended in its typical crash, the way it has for the last 10 years.
Every. Damn. Year.
A deer smashes into our vehicle, or there’s an unholy, knock-down, drag-out fight with my brother, or my daughter crashes her car (black ice, NOT her fault), or, well, a mixture of awful things that culminate in totally fucking up the month.
I spent Thanksgiving week trying to help my son deal with severe anxiety and panic attacks. And spent an afternoon in the ER with him the day before the holiday, making sure he was safe, and not spiraling out of control, due to a bad reaction to his meds.
When he called me that morning, I was at work, & luckily had my cell phone ON me, instead of charging, so I was able to take the call right away.
This kid doesn’t call me for shit.
He hates talking on the phone. Period. But, he called & begged me to take him to the ER, because he couldn’t take it anymore.
Now, I have this weird thing that happens in my brain when there’s an emergency.
I call it my “ER Nurse Gene”.
See, my grandmother was an RN for many years, and my Mom was an EMT, and an LPN, at different times, and for many years, as well.
I’ve had a lot of exposure to the medical field in my life, both growing up, and as an adult.
Mom brushes this aside & says it’s not a “real thing”, but even she’s seen it in action with me, & can’t truly explain what happens.
You see, when there’s an emergency…
Something clicks inside my brain, and suddenly… Everything gets very, very clear.
Like, my vision is suddenly crystal clear, & I can see everything going on. I am hyper focused and can triage with the best of them. My senses are all heightened, my mind has a clarity to it that – even I don’t truly understand, once the whole ordeal is over.
Whatever it is, I knew exactly what I needed to do, where I needed to go, just what to say.
My son wasn’t able to focus well enough to answer many questions for the nurses and doctors, due to the medications side effects he was experiencing, so I asked him if it was ok for me to answer for him. He nodded, so I did.
We were lucky, we got right into a room in the ER, & were seen in a relatively short period. All in all, we were only there for about 3.5 hours, which is fairly quick for our ER.
OnlySon got some help, even if it wasn’t exactly what we were hoping for, more of a stop-gap measure until he can get into his regular doc. But it was at least better than what he was going through before.
And, I talked to my ex, his father, & tried to explain that, yes, OnlySon’s anxiety & depression are mental illnesses, but, they are also –
Physical, chemical imbalances.
They are physical disorders as well as mental, and need to be thought of in that way.
It is a chemical imbalance, that can cause, will cause, mental instability, if it is not properly balanced.
That just like Diabetes, this is something lifelong, to be treated and lived with, not something to be hidden or ashamed of.
He grumbled at me a bit, told me, jealously, how “He talks to you about this, he doesn’t want to talk to me”.
And I told him, that, OnlySon knows that I live with anxiety and depression too. That I understand so much of what he’s going through, and that, unless you live it, unless you’ve been through it, it’s really difficult to explain to someone looking in from the outside.
And, when the day was over, after I’d take OnlySon home & finished my workday, I drove home…
Every ounce of adrenaline that I’d been running on all day, rushed out of my body at once.
Thanksgiving with my parents was – an exercise in acting normal.
I wore the mask for their sake, and for Youngerdaughter, who came down to stay.
But, the rest of the weekend was a total bust.
I basically collapsed inward.
I didn’t want to see anyone, didn’t want to talk to anyone, didn’t want to interact with the outside world at all.
That’s the price.
I could never have been a nurse, emergency room or otherwise.
I couldn’t afford the cost of what happens afterwards.
Days in a black hole…
I’m so done with this month.