I've been in pain for almost 2 1/2 years. (Not constant, lot of pills). I'm due to have my second neck surgery in about a week. This one is considerably more serious than the last. (Things are being replaced). Unlike the first surgery, this one is causing me great turmoil inside. I'm writing on this forum because it's one of the few places you can communicate with others and be totally open.
It's not that I have fear about this one. I'm not saying I'm brave as I'm not a strong individual by nature. I'm just worn down by it all. I'm worn down not by the pain, by the doctors (9), by the PTs (8), by the daily management. I'm worn down by the lack of joy. When you pretty much have to put life on hold because of some problem, joy disappears. It disappears because you realize that most people really can't handle knowing exactly what you're going through when it's all bad. I'm not complaining as it is understandable. A lot of people have trouble coping with their own problems without hearing about someone else's. So you build a wall so as not to overburden them. Unfortunately, that wall not only keeps your pain from going out, it also keeps joy from coming in.
Strangely enough, I haven't been depressed. I've been pressing too hard for a solution - or at least an improvement - and haven't had time to be depressed. I've pressed so much through research, checking out all the medical options and getting opinions that I even wrote Peyton Manning for his thoughts on the neck problem. I figured he probably had studied it to death like he does football. (I actually got a call back). I've also been pro-active on the potential depression front by seeing a psychiatrist which has helped though even a moment of joy still avoids me.
Dating has been pretty much impossible. Who wants to get to know someone in the middle of health issues? Plus, I just haven't been able to put in the work. Meeting with friends has greatly decreased as well. I think it was Marlene Dietrich who said that it's the friends that you can call up at 4:00 a.m. that matter. I only have a couple of those and even friends like that you can't share too much with too often.
I've only seen one or two providers - I think - during all this. I really didn't see them for sex. I basically just needed someone to help me not feel so isolated for an hour. It didn't work. Generally, that's not what the hobby is for.
So now I'm looking at surgery in a week and a long recovery period after that. Hopefully, it'll be worth it. What I really fear is the recovery period itself, a period of even greater isolation. I tend to live in my head too much as it is. I'm trying to arrange projects I can do in my bed to keep me distracted. (Maybe I'll be able to finish that book I've been writing). It seems to me that many people cope with life by distracting themselves from it. The distractions can be of a wide variety: athletics, sex, drugs, alcohol, entertainment, religion, et al. It's occurred to me that it's going to be difficult for me to distract myself for such a long period and that's worrisome.
So what is the point of this monologue? Partly just to get out what I'm feeling, I suppose. But mostly, I imagine, just not feel so alone for a moment. I don't imagine to gain a moment of joy or perhaps even comfort out of this, but knowing that people looked at the post, well, that's something.
Take care and thanks.