Showing posts with label the blues. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the blues. Show all posts

Sunday, January 17, 2010

"I got da blues..."

Years ago, a close friend of mine recorded one of his sons saying "I got the blues". I have a .wav file somewhere of a little child's voice, sounding rather peppy, saying "I got da boos".  And today started out there for me, oddly enough.

I've thought before how difficult it is to separate what feelings and thoughts are mine, if you will, and what ones are due to some mix of fatigue, radiation and hormones. To tell the truth, I was having enough trouble discerning my thoughts and feelings anyway, nevermind having the extra help from the rest of this experience. For the most part I've been able to be positive and up-beat about the treatment, the course of direction, and where I believe this path is taking me.  But I just want to acknowledge here that it isn't all that way.  I'm aware of feeling weak, not just physically weak, but emotionally as well. And someone saying, "Snap out of it!" serves to hammer home just how far off track I've strayed. Or seemingly so.

It's an odd thing to observe yourself going off the deep end... slipping quietly (or not) into a state of feeling unreasonably sorry for oneself. And frankly, Scarlet, there's a hint of wanting to wallow in this for awhile.  But thankfully, not for too long.  Trouble is, some of my tried and true methods for getting out of the that state of mind are shut off to me to a degree. I used to get on the bike and hammer that feeling out by just getting physically exhausted.  Now, I can't sit on the bike seat for that long.  So it goes.

But that's not what I want to think about right now.  I want - and need - to think about the next step, learn about that step and get into the frame of mind I need to be in for that step to proceed positively.  I don't have time to waste energy on feeling sorry for myself.  And that's not a list of "shoulds"... it is what it is... where I need to be, and where I will be.

I just wanted to get these feelings out of my head and out in the open, where, as Pooh said, the thing that seemed so thingish inside of you looks so different.