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I’m A Waste

By Jessica Kay
March 7, 2022
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How did this happen?

Just two years ago, I was so active and full of life—hiking, fishing, and lifting weights. In my Krav Maga class, I fought and would lift my then-200-pound now-fiancé. Moving around was no issue, and I had never felt such aches or pain. I had plenty of energy, was lean, and loved myself, my mind, and my body.

I was healthy.

How the hell did I end up like this?

I’m furious that I feel close to crippled every single day. The ache in my side and the shooting pain down my legs and up my back is a constant reminder that I am not okay. My body has been slowly shutting down, unable to feel rested. Most days, I end up keeled over in pain by the end of the day. The horrendous pain in my gut, constant nausea, exhausting fatigue, and mental drain… it’s as if I was 27 going on 70.

And through the chronic pain that seems never-ending, I still move on. I grit my teeth, wake up, and go to work like I am supposed to. I put a happy face on, and it’s as if no one can tell this pain has caused me such horrible mental strain for the past year.

After work every day, I cannot wait to get home just so I can lay down. My body wails as I grasp for any sense of relief.

Heating pad, check.

Aleve, check.

CBD or Delta 8 gummies, check.

Five other prescription medications for various messy issues, all stemming from this pain’s side effects, check.

As early as 7 PM, I immediately fall asleep. The sense of warm comfort sends me into bliss. Finally, some sort of relief. The pain is almost numbing.

Before long, I shoot awake with instant regret. I haven’t done anything I was supposed to do. The bills are not paid, dinner is not cooked, the house is not cleaned. I suppose my fiancé will have to eat leftovers again.

I can’t even be present, let alone have a conversation, falling in and out of consciousness while watching TV. But good sleep is so infrequent these days.

It’s as if no one can believe, or understand, the pure exhaustion I feel every second of every day. And it’s only getting worse.

Why am I like this?

Why would anyone want to live with me? Have a relationship with me? Be friends with me? I’ve been a horrible friend, fiancée, and daughter.

Falling asleep is not the issue. It’s staying asleep and actually feeling rested. I wake in the middle of the night, mind still in a daze, brain in a fog. Walking to the bathroom once more, images of dark figures send me into an immediate panic. It’s not real, I tell myself, as I sway back and forth, bumping into walls, on my long walk back to our bedroom.

I wake up every morning feeling hungover as if I didn’t get a wink of sleep at all.

I don’t want to deal with this any longer.

Multiple calls to my doctor and still waiting on a surgery date. “Elective surgery,” my ass. The anger and frustration overwhelm me. The sense of helplessness is overbearing. The quality of life is non-existent.

I am a waste.

No answers and no view of a diagnosis in sight.

And once again, I wait for my shift to be over so I can speed home to lay down and rest.

Every single day is the same; nothing is new, and there is not a single thing for me to be excited for.

One day, after anesthesia and sutures, I hope to understand.

I refuse to be a waste, but I am so tired.

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Jessica Kay

Founder of Coffee House Writers LLC., Receptionist at an animal hospital, and a Criminal Justice Grad of SNHU who loves helping others achieve their greatest potential. "I write because I need to. It fills my soul with joy and empties my mind when it feels flustered. I write to educate others and change people's perspectives of one another, while opening their minds and their hearts to new beliefs and experiences."

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2 comments

  1. Jill A Yoder 18 March, 2022 at 20:33 Reply

    I can’t begin to understand the severe pain you’re in every minute of every day. But, I can pray that you get the proper diagnoses you deserve. I want you to know that I think about you often, and I pray that you can begin to heal sooner than later. ♥

    • Jessica Kay 21 March, 2022 at 20:27 Reply

      Jill, thank you so much for your kind words. Its been a crazy ride so far, and hope to have some relief soon. I appreciate your comment. I will keep you updated!

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