Saturday, October 24, 2020

October 2020 post 9 - Plans

One of my anxiety triggers is when plans go awry. 

I’m not talking about when you plan to make chicken for dinner and it goes spoiled and you can’t make it, but bigger picture plans. I can adapt to day to day changes yet struggle when we have to shift trajectory on our “buying a new car” plan or “fixing up the house” plan.

My husband doesn’t understand it, and I have begun to take my hands off the reigns, let him do whatever he wants, and periodically make passive aggrieved remarks if there’s something I’m not in agreement with. Healthy, right?

Don’t get me wrong, I do try to speak my mind, but when someone doesn’t understand your anxiety trigger because their mind doesn't work the same way, you’re just shouting into a void. It’s better to just coast along with it sometimes, especially when it takes some of the pressure off of you. It helps calm the panic. 

Tyler not understanding my anxiety triggers is probably the #1 argument starter in our marriage. He also suffers from anxiety, but his manifests as head aches and crabbiness. Mine is more intense and impossible to ignore at its worst; nausea, tears, shakes, inability to function, inability to think or speak in complete sentences, severe anger, severe sadness, rocking, exhaustion, and more. He gets a little cranky and his head hurts, and he doesn’t understand my reactions. His go to is “just calm down.”

I have no expectation of him understanding, and I am trying very hard to be able to vocalize my anxiety better. It’s just not that simple. When I say “I thought we had a plan”, I mean, “I don’t like how you’ve changed our plan and it’s upsetting my internal balance.” If I say the latter, he will try to logic his way out of it. That’s his go to; he tries to apply logic to something illogical. Mental health ya’ll. What a mind fuck.

So, today I’m sitting on the couch, rocking (at a faster pace than usual), and trying to figure out a logical way to explain to my husband that the decisions he’s been making for the last month are giving me so much anxiety that I’m having chest pain. (No, I’m not having a heart attack.) He won’t stop what he’s doing, he’ll just feel bad about it for an hour. That doesn’t do either of us any good, so how do I approach this? So far, I’ve pretty much repeated the words “do whatever you want” way too many times this week. There HAS to be a better way to not be so anxious over changes to big plans, right? 

There has to be... Something better than “get over it” and “calm down”. There has to be.



Tuesday, October 20, 2020

October 2020 - post 8

 What is the best ice cream? I know it's fall, but is it ever really NOT ice cream or custard season?

My brother and I were discussing flavors recently, and we both agreed that cookies and cream is one of the BEST! I love anything with mint, he does. I also love chocolate with cherries or peanut butter, he wasn't as into that either. He likes anything with caramel, which I do not favor. 

Moreover, where is the best place to buy custard or ice cream? My husband likes Dairy Queen, I prefer custard shops like Culvers or Kopps. My brother is in agreement with me here. The kids like Culvers. I recently tried gelato for the first time ever; does that supersede ice cream and custard? I think not. 

And who has the best store bought brand? We tend to lean toward Breyers. Are there better options? 

I sit here, eating a bowl of cookies and cream custard from Culvers, (don't worry I took a lactaid) pondering the meaning of life from an ice cream standpoint. 

My follow up oncology appointment is one week from today, and I feel more and more anxious the closer it gets to the actual appointment. I’m not expecting any surprises, I feel good, and I think that’s what scares me the most. 

I was the happiest I’ve ever been in my whole life when I was diagnosed with breast cancer. Our life is looking more and more like it used to, and I feel more and more happy and relaxed, and now I have my five month check up exactly 2 years after my initial diagnosis, and it’s almost like I’m too happy with life. Maybe if I were miserable I wouldn’t be so panicked about my check up, because then I would be expecting the worst. 

This, however, it’s almost more difficult. Here I am, happy with life, and I can’t help but feel afraid that I’m going to go to my appointment and it’s going to slap me in the face again like it did last time.

Here’s hoping things are as good as I feel.