Do you ever sit there and just think; "How in the hell did I get here?". I mean c'mon, this stuff doesn't happen to you, it happens to other people. One second you're with you're waking up at a friends house, watching his favourite scenes from Braveheart for the millionth time, and the next you're in a hospital bed, trying to remember what your name is. You thought at the time; "Urgh, Braveheart again?? Oh well, I suppose I should drag myself out of bed and go to work".
Do you know what I'd give now to go back to work? Everything. Just to be able to get up, walk down town, put on my apron, and start cooking. Just to talk to everyone at work, and make sure I served that tasty looking Asian girl who comes in all the time. Those little things that you never really noticed before. Now I can barely leave my bed, due to the fact my meds make me so wiped out. If I could just not have epilepsy, that would do.
Of course, discussing that is a complete dead end, I could go on and on about "appreciating what I had", and "what I'd give to have my old life back", but nothing will change. Problems are relative, and before all this, going to work grated on me at times, and you know what? If I went back all fine and perfect a day after my stroke, I would have carried on that way.
Doesn't that blow your mind? That you can live in a standard that someone else would kill for, and still be unhappy about it? I'm sure there's a few people out there who are missing limbs who would do anything to swap their life with mine, but then again, they don't know what I've gone through. It's a paradox.
I have a friend, let's call her Jenny. Jenny's father past away around the time she was born, and her mother had cancer, and so she died when Jenny was at the tender age of 17. She had, and still has lots of friends, and we all cared, we all took care of her, we went to the funeral, and we supported her in every way we could. But what I didn't notice at the time, is that when we all went home to see our families, and wonder what was for dinner, Jenny was wondering how in God's name she's going to carry on for the rest of her life. She lived it every second of the day, and she lives it now.
Another friend of mine, let's call her Lucy. Lucy was hit by a car and killed last year on 16/02/2012. This was on a road that the local government knew was unsafe, and they knew that hundreds of students crossed it every day, and yet our petition to put a crossing there was refused. Anyway, everyone was cut up about it. For about a week. Some maybe a few days. That family, however, is still in that devastation, but the world just keeps on spinning.
You know what makes me sick? When these things happened, some part of me would think; "Yeah, that must be awful, but surely you should just move on?". When I remember that, I wish I could kick past-me in the balls. That's ok though, how are you supposed to live feeling sorry for all the terrible things that have happened to everyone, if that were the case, the world would grind to a halt.
Various things have happened to everyone here, but we lived. We didn't let our lives slip away. Now we have the gift of knowing the true value of a human being. What could possibly beat us now? More importantly, what do we have to lose? I'm telling you, the day I can get out of this bed, shower myself, and haul my ass to work is going to be the best day of my life.
If you're out of bed, then chin up, you're doing great.