This year is my 25th high school reunion. Sometimes I don't know where the time has gone, then there are days like today when I know exactly where the time has gone. I'm feeling ever day of the 25 years after 18.
When I first received the reunion invite I was excited. I was excited to be able to go back home and see all of my friends again. Then I remembered my last trip home. I drove there on a Friday and by Saturday morning I was in a full flare with a migraine from hell.
This is now my life.
When the reunion organizer sent out the e-invites I inquired about the last possible date when I could get the check to her. That date still seemed too far out to know if I could make it to the reunion. Having a chronic disease you can't plan things like this because you have no idea how you're going to feel. It wasn't even about the money, because the cost was minimal. It was about how I'd feel.
My husband didn't want to go with me, so I'd be driving out of state alone; with my boys. He thought I should take them with me and have them stay at their sisters house while I go to my reunion. My idea was that I go to the reunion with my husband and the kids stay with their sister(s). Apparently we have different ideas; on everything.
As much as I want(ed) to go to the reunion, I think I have to decline because I'm having more bad days than good at this point. My migraines have intensified along with the brain surges/bursts. The flares are getting bad as well as the Macrocytic Anemia. My husband actually asked me who beat me up because I have bruises on the under side of my bicep. Those that don't know me would think I'm abused.
So, when the Grand Haven class of 1987 is dancing the night away to the music of the 1980's, I will be certainly thinking of them and I will be with them in spirit.
http://ghhs.ghaps.org/
When I first received the reunion invite I was excited. I was excited to be able to go back home and see all of my friends again. Then I remembered my last trip home. I drove there on a Friday and by Saturday morning I was in a full flare with a migraine from hell.
This is now my life.
When the reunion organizer sent out the e-invites I inquired about the last possible date when I could get the check to her. That date still seemed too far out to know if I could make it to the reunion. Having a chronic disease you can't plan things like this because you have no idea how you're going to feel. It wasn't even about the money, because the cost was minimal. It was about how I'd feel.
My husband didn't want to go with me, so I'd be driving out of state alone; with my boys. He thought I should take them with me and have them stay at their sisters house while I go to my reunion. My idea was that I go to the reunion with my husband and the kids stay with their sister(s). Apparently we have different ideas; on everything.
As much as I want(ed) to go to the reunion, I think I have to decline because I'm having more bad days than good at this point. My migraines have intensified along with the brain surges/bursts. The flares are getting bad as well as the Macrocytic Anemia. My husband actually asked me who beat me up because I have bruises on the under side of my bicep. Those that don't know me would think I'm abused.
So, when the Grand Haven class of 1987 is dancing the night away to the music of the 1980's, I will be certainly thinking of them and I will be with them in spirit.
http://ghhs.ghaps.org/
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