This takes a little explanation in terms of the scenario that caused the reaction. Let me explain:
- Being the former banker in the family, I’ve always been the main doer of the finances (except when it came to bigger items or buying every day)
- since my surgery in January of 2018 (major embolization with “tons of springs and coils and stuff” my ability to follow through on details and completion of things has been hammered down to next to nothing. I told my wife I was thinking of changing my middle name to ‘’got distracted.” I think she kind of thought that to be pretty good.
- while doing our income taxes, part of it before Covid was here, part that’s was done in the last 2 weeks, I misplaced some very important but replaceable documents. After a couple hour long searches, I found them.;
- she got home tonight and was not very happy, actually mad that it happened because she she didn’t feel like she could trust my ability to get things done the way they needed to. In other words, I don’t see the problem, I see that you are doing things in the not right way. Not a “this is a problem, how can I help you conquer the problem?
So, being somewhat disappointed and disillusioned tonight, I wrote THIS
I don’t like it.
It takes so much energy.
It slows me down.
I don’t like what happened.
I don’t like it.
I have so many ideas
They swirl around my head
I try to write them down and they don’t come
It’s frustrating
I don’t like it.
The littlest things can slow me down.
The smallest bumps can get me off track.
Bumps cause my brain to feel pain
I don’t like it.
I no longer like noise.
Laughing, friendly, it soon becomes too much.
Beautiful music, heart warming, soul enriching,
headache pounding
Music enriches the soul
and tears at the perceived fabric of my brain
I don’t like it.
constant noise
A dentist drill, one that changes pitch has been “playing” outside my left ear
The drill only plays half time in my right ear
The caucophony makes it hard to hear, hard to think
I don’t like it.
When people look at you with a puzzled, “Huh?” Kind of look. That’s not fun.
When I make mistakes and know better.
I remember that my brain was injured.
And I don’t like it.
I don’t like it.
As a father of five and a husband of one wonderful woman for 35 years next month
I’m used to people relying on me.
And I don’t come through like planned.
And I let them down,
I don’t like it.
I don’t like it,
When people see you on the surface
And think you look well and came through fine.
But they don’t see what I see and they don’t hear what I hear and they don’t feel what I feel.
If the Tom from prior to January 30, 2018 did things the way “Now Tom” does them, it would be sometimes a bit of a fiasco, sometimes rather comedic.
Part of this journey that God has me on, that God has you on, that God has us on is about learning to deal with struggles and doing things we don’t like and falling down and getting back up again.
And I don’t like it. It hurts me. It hurts those I love. It limits some of the ideas and passions that I have. It makes me feel like I’m being a burden.
And I don’t like that.
But…
TJ