Barking Mad

Surfacing

Rear passenger area of the Jetta...rear wheel covered in blood.

This is just going to be a quickie to let you know we're all doing OK and to say thank you...

Meaghan wanted me to "...say a HUGE THANK YOU to all of the Twitter people, and the Facebook people and the blog people" for your prayers, tweets, messages, thoughts, and general positive vibes" for her.  You all are, in short, our people. I mean that in all sincerity.  I hold you all close to my heart.  Many of you I don't know and have never interacted with out here on the mighty mighty interwebs, but each one of you holds a special place in my heart - in our family's hearts.

Gareth and I have been moved beyond words at the immense outpouring of love, kind words, prayers and thoughts aimed towards Meaghan and our family. 

All of the young adults involved in the accident, Meaghan, Chris and Tyler are so grateful for your prayers and thoughts and words.  Tyler could use even more right now as he is still in the hospital.  He came through surgery beautifully and will eventually completely recover from his injuries sustained in the accident.  Chris suffered very minimal injuries which is miraculous because he was the front passenger seat.  At 6'6" and in a VW Jetta, and being on the side of the vehicle that was impacted by the Chevy Blazer going 55MPH+, it's just a miracle he wasn't more severely injured.  He has been an absolutely angel through this entire thing.  It was his car.  He had let Meaghan borrow it as the Volvo we'd given her had sputtered it's last breath and she was without transportation.  He's been there for both Meaghan and Tyler through the last couple of days and is making sure Meaghan understands that it was only a car and that cars can be replaced.   Meaghans, Tylers, and Chris' can not be replaced.

Meaghan sadly is taking this all very hard.  Physically she has some pretty severe facial trauma, a concussion and deep tissue contusions to her leg and thigh.  Emotionally the injuries run much deeper and she's in need of a great deal of prayer and positive thoughts right now.  Neither Tyler nor his parents harbor any blame or anger towards her and have told her this repeatedly yet she blames herself and is really beating herself up over it.   I can offer ice packs and pain relievers for the physical pain but I don't know how to help her through the mental pain she's going through.  Gareth and I aren't angry at all.  Not in the least.  We're just so very grateful she's here.  Another couple of millimeters and she would have slammed head first into a telephone poll and this might have had a very different outcome.  The Jetta literally flew in between the telephone poll and a real estate sign with mere millimeters to spare, and then came to rest in a soggy, muddy, drainage ditch. 

So many of you who know my history or who have read of the loss of my oldest son Joshua have asked how I'm doing.  

I basically relived the night Joshua was struck and killed by a motorist on a dark high desert road.   From getting the phone call letting me know Meaghan had been in a serious accident and was being transported by ambulance to the nearest trauma unit, to the drive there, to walking into the emergency room it was nearly identical to that dark night so many years ago when we lost Joshua.

Except in the end, it wasn't.   In the end I knew that all three of those kids had a little angel with big brown eyes and golden curly hair watching out for them.  In the end I was able to touch my daughter and look into her eyes and bring her home.

Something inside me has shifted.  I'm still processing all of the emotions and feelings from the last two days and am so very tired...weary with mental and physical exhaustion.  It's going to take me a couple of days to sort everything out and regain my own emotional bearings.  Yet something deep inside has shifted and I think it's a good thing.   Issues have come into clearer focus for me - sharper than at any time in the last nearly two years of the hell I've been living.  My perspective on everything going on around me, some of which I have recently shared with you, has changed dramatically. 

The most important thing though is that my family - the people that are mine and whom I belong to, (and yes Chris, this includes YOU!) are intact, and whole and will get through this.  That fact alone makes so many other things seem so minor.  If I have my family, I have everything!
 

P.S.  I hope you will forgive me the typos and grammatical boo-boos.  I'm running on little more than 2 hours of sleep in the last 48+ hours and I think it's safe to say, I don't have my wits (which include things like putting my fingers in the correct places on the keyboard, or worrying about verbs, nouns, conjugates, etc...), about me.

What Do You Do?

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I was wondering, what do you do when things seem insurmountable, when your world has gone terribly pear-shaped and you feel like you are in the deepest hole ever and there's no possibly way to climb out?

Do you have a special song you listen to?

Do you write? 

Draw?

Paint?

Cook?

Take pictures?

Call a friend?

Take a long drive with your favorite CD cranked, windows rolled down and hair blowing wildly about your face?

Do you sleep?

Do get mad and fight back?

Do you approach it with a smile on your face and a "fuck you" in your heart?

What gets you through the times in your life when the abyss threatens to suck you down into it's black depths and leave you with no way out?

The Real Cost of Bulimia

If this post comes across as rambling or incoherent, please cut me a little slack as I'm writing this in the midst of a firestorm of anger.  It's literally seething from every pore in my body.  If anger gave off a scent, I would no doubt smell of sulfur and brimstone.   To the very core of my being I am awash in the red hot lava of fury, rage and and am about to boil over with torrents of resentment.

And I also want to make it crystal clear that I'm not writing this to elicit sympathy or to persuade anyone to throw a pity party in my honor.  I'm writing it because I need to get it out and being honest about this is the only way I know how to do that.   The other reason is that maybe someone out there, someone reading this is going through something similar and punishing themselves the way I am.  Or thinking about it.  Maybe you know someone who is battling with self-image issues or a weight problem and they think bulimia is a way to handle it.  It's not!  Dear God it's not.  What it is, is a living hell that leads to other problems.  Take my word for it...listen to me when I tell you that if I don't get this under control, it's going to kill me; sooner rather than later.  It also takes a tremendous toll on the people around you.

To what do I owe this anger?

Me!

Take a good look at the picture.  That's me.  The red area around the corners of my mouth?  It's a bacterial infection caused by the bulimia.  It's also under my nose, underneath my eyes and on my eyelids.  Apparently the bacteria can be transmitted to other parts of my face if I touch my face after getting rid of whatever I've eaten, or in the event that I drool in my sleep...which, OK, I have been known to do occasionally.

It's painful as hell.  I feel like someone has taken a blow torch to my face and then it begins to dry out and my face resembles this...

 

I first noticed it a few weeks ago and thought I had an allergic reaction to some makeup or moisturizer.  It eventually dried up and went away.   And then it came back last week with a vengeance and the pain was so bad that it forced me to make a doctor's appointment.  I try to avoid my family doc at all costs as she's the nicest person on the face of the earth and tiptoes around my nasty little habit, yet at the same time is very direct without being judgmental about making me aware of what this is doing to me. 

After nearly 30 minutes spent in her office while she looked in her online reference manuals and amongst her thick desk top tomes,  she finally consulted with another partner in the practice who specializes in teen-pediatrics  and both concurred that what I had going on all over my face was the result of a nasty bacterial infection due to my bulimia. 

They spoke back and forth for a few minutes and agreed that while treating it with oral antibiotics would probably be the quickest and least painful course of treatment...for someone without bulimia; due to my dirty little tendency, I would probably be better off using a topical anti-bacterial gel.   Both physicians told me that it would likely get worse before it got better and that the gel could be excruciating to apply.  They also mentioned that most insurance carriers didn't cover it.  They weren't wrong about that.  They also understated the pain this stuff would cause when I applied it.  It's like taking a blowtorch to already-scorched skin. It brings tears to my eyes.  So much so that I'm terrified of applying this stuff to my eyelids.  I don't think I can handle the pain.

Do you know what the most painful part of this entire thing is?  I brought this on myself and now because of all my issues, I'm causing my family immense financial strain.  

We have always taken great pride in having a financial "cushion" to fall back on in the event of an emergency.  Due to doctors, psychologists, psychiatrists, and outpatient clinic appointments and the co-pays that go with it, our cushion is gone.  We've also had three other things happen in the last few months that are draining us financially.  I won't go into detail in regards to those situations, but suffice it to say, the hit we took due to those instances would not have been so devastating had it not been for my downward spiral.

Having Gaby in Montessori for as long as we did due to my inability to care for her - MY OWN DAUGHTER!!!! -  was another financial drain.  Don't get me wrong, she loves it and misses being there full time.  But we thought that having her home more often with me would help me.  Now I'm not so sure. I love her to death and seeing her smile is one of the best parts of my day. But who needs to see their mom go through something like this?  I know you might be sitting there saying to yourself, "Audrey, take her out those two days and save that money!  It should be obvious!"  Well, if I take her out, I have no place to put her while I'm going to my various doctors and other appointments.  Believe me, I have thought about it.  I've thought about taking her out of Montessori altogether and stopping treatment because at this point, the financial toll it's taking is potentially going to cost us our house...and IT'S ALL MY FAULT!

The toll this is taking on our family isn't just financial.  No, not by a long shot.

I can see the strain in Gareth's face and I can hear the stress when he lays next to me at night and doesn't think I'm awake.  He strokes my hair and rubs my shoulders and he sighs.  It's the most agonizing sound a wife can hear her husband make.  He wants his touch to be the salve the heals my broken soul.  He's never once complained about any of this.  But I know that it must weigh heavily on his mind and heart.

My relationship with Meaghan is at it's all time nadir.  She hates the monster I have become and takes it to heart that she can't make me laugh.   The last few days have been extremely tense around here as she and I no longer talk.  Our disagreements have reached epic proportions and I fear that the ever deepening chasm between us will not be bridged before she leaves for Basic in November.

I feel badly for Matt.  He's walked into a situation he knows barely anything about but I'm sure it's obvious that we're stretched tight financially as we aren't able to replace the Volvo that we gave to Meaghan once she got her license, the same one he was going to use once she left for Basic.  It's been a great car, but with almost 200,000 miles on it, it was bound to die at some point.  And die it did.   I don't know what Matt thinks about me at this point.  He was privy to the screaming match Meaghan and I got into Saturday night.  It was so bad that Gareth had to take Gaby to another part of the house altogether so that she wouldn't be traumatized by the volley of shouts and f-bombs.

All of this takes an even deeper toll on me.  I feel so guilty.  We worked our asses off to get into this house.   But I am honest enough to admit that we should have waited for something smaller in Cape Elizabeth.  But no...I had to have this house.  At the time we could easily afford it.  Then once we were in and settled our little town reassessed property values and our property taxes shot through the roof.  OK, no biggie.  We'll tighten our belts.  Then my younger son Zack had a crisis at the exact time The Very Bad Thing happened and well...it all started to go to hell in a hand-basket.

Now we're at a very scary place where we want to fight like hell to keep our house but ultimately it's going to mean making a decision between continuing my treatment or making mortgage payments.  Yes, we've been to our lender, to various gov't agencies, etc, and for a handful of reasons we qualify for nothing. Not a damn thing.  The other kicker in all of this...our house has lost almost $100K in value since we bought it in July of '07 and it's only going to get worse with our area's major employer, a naval air base, closing soon.

There are so many other negative aspects to this disorder, not to mention it's just plain foul!  I go through toothpaste and mouthwash at alarming rates.  I have sores in my mouth.  The enamel on my teeth is being eroded away by the stomach acid.  I cry every time I do it - it's my body's way of reacting to the violent forces involved in making myself force my food back up.  I'm terrified someone is going to hear me do this and that causes even more anxiety.  And now?  Now there are some foods I can't even handle any more that automatically come back up.  This isn't a fun way to live...not at all.  And to ice the cake.  I'm still obese. Bulimia is not a solution.  It just creates more problems.

So you see, the real cost of bulimia is much more than financial.  It's mental, it's emotional, and it's certainly physical.  It affects every fucking aspect of my life and I hate it.  What I hate most is that I created this monster and I have no idea how to kill it before it kills me.  And that my friends, that makes me hate myself even more.