Liefste Janneke Maan Hemelhoog zie ik je staan Een fonkelend nieuwe ster aan je zij Met haar aanwezigheid ben je vast heel blij Het doet me pijn Hier beneden, zonder haar te zijn Zij die ik zo heb bemind Met haar geknuffel altijd welgezind.
Liefste Janneke Maan Ik weet, ik kan er van op aan Na alles wat ze heeft gegeven Verdient ze naast jou een tweede leven Sluit ze in koude nachten in je armen Om haar hartje te verwarmen.
Liefste Janneke Maan Vanuit het raam, zie ik je staan Ik huil nog even en denk 'Dit is het leven'
Een fonkelende ster aan je zij Voor mij zo ver weg, voor jou zo dichtbij
A little girl just trying to keep with ALL the things. Yesterday, I went to bed at 8pm, this morning my alarm waked me up at 7 am. That means I slept for 11 hours. That's quite the shizzle, if you're asking me! I wanted to jump out off bed, but whilst I was busy doing that, I've allready hit the floor. I was dizzy, another day, again! It's awfull to know that normally you're so filled with energy and now there's notting left. It all cost me so much. Getting out of bed needs patience and extra care, let alone getting through the day. I feel dizzy, see black dots and starts everywhere, feel cold shivers and alone. I feel alone. But that does not mean I'm not pulling myself back up on the straps of my bra to continue. It's almost weekend.
At this time, normally I'ld be standing in a huge dance studio teaching belly dance to some nice ladies. But mother nature changed that plan. I have canceled my class, although I didn't wanted too, I didn't felt good enough to teach a proper class. Also, before you continue reading; this might be the weirdest post you have ever read. I'm able to switch languages and talk about uhm... ALL the things at the same time. It might be a mess, which it maybe allready is, but I don't mind, because it's this gorgeous mess of chaos in my head too and I want to spit it out! So here I go.
This week has had a huge impact on me so far. It started on Sunday. While I was preparing dinner I saw all these black spots appear and collapsed. I went to bed early and I thought that 'ld be it. On Monday I felt it again on my way home after school. Went to bed, went to phsyiotherapist where I collapsed again. More collapsing on Tuesday and Wednesday and today, Thursday. Mother Nature is not my closest friend anymore at this time.
I've never been 'regular'. So my period appears when Mother Nature wants it too and how she wants it to. Mostly there are a few months in between. But when she arrives it's real business! Pain, hurts and major bleedings! Normally I'm able to catch up with it. I feel not as strong as usual but I manage to eat the good things to keep me strong. This time is worse! I can not tell the times that I have felt so bad! It awfull! I feel so weak I can not even do ONE pull up! I can not run 'cause I have no energy, and when Mother Nature decides to drop my blood pressure, this girl is going down. I've almost had it by now!
Today was a good day! I was happy this morning. I didn't felt like superwoman, but I was okay. When I go from sitting to standing I have to watch myself, but I managed! It was in the last classes it all went wrong again. It was quite warm in the class and not too much oxygen. I had some trouble breathing and every now and then I felt my heart loud and clear pumping in my chest. It was about one hour and a half more to go before this schoolday was over. The teacher played a little movie about something from the heart. I could not focus. At all. My hands started to shake and cramp, I had the feeling my lungs didn't get enough oxygen and my heart was unstoppable chasing in my rib cage. I tried to ease myself and come back to normal breathing, but my blood pression was dropping. I had to steady my head as I felt myself sinking down. The next thing I heard was noise. Noise from moving banks and chairs as I felt someone wrapping his arms around me to lay me down on the floor. I was anxious and had no more control on my breaths. I heard my teacher's voice and the voice of B, a male collegue who is also a first aider and works for an anbumlance. Both of them were very calm, that helped. I needed that for I was a mess and I needed something to soothe me. Idon't know in wich thing happend before the other. But Blayed me down on the floor, the teacher keept on talking to me. I felt pain in my hands, I was shaking and freezing! They asked me to breath slowly and open my eyes. I opened my eyes and saw EVERYBODY looking at me like I was strange animal in the zoo. B asked them to leave! Thank God he did that! I sat in between B's legs but was still dizzy. They layed me down on a matrass and gave me a blanket. I bursted out in tears...
J stayed with me and took my blood pressure, we laughed away the tears... It hurts, you know! It really hurts to feel that you're loosing control over your own body. Especially when it's happening again! So many times in just one week...
Every period I have also reminds me strong to 'Vlinder'. The little girl I've loved so much and still do, but also the one I lost too soon. No one knows how much I really miss her, many don't even know she has even been part of my life. I do miss her. The missing comes in waves, and this week I'm drowning! Guess that's also the reason why it helps me so much when I hear soothing, calm voices and feel gentle touches when I collapse. You know that since I've collapsed the first time on Sunday I just wanted to be hugged?! Such a hug that is real strong, with one arm around your shoulders and the other one holding your head and going through your hair. The kind of hug where you're sure that someone is there for you, someone to say you'll be okay and everything will be fine. When I collapsed on Wednesday afternoon here at home, I woke up on the floor and when I opened my eyes, I saw my dog. He was concerned. We cuddled, but he couldn't hug me.
The teachers (another one came in too) said that I shouldn't drive. B agreed and said he would bring me home with my car 'cause his sister could pick him up near my house. We walked to our cars. As he opened his car I thought he forgot he'ld take me home and when I wanted to go to my place in the car, he smiled and reached out his hand to give hime my keys. Well, I have to admit that today he was my rock! Big time. On our way home he told me how it went in class because we have different memories of it. Of course; he saw it all happen, I felt it all. We laughed. He asked me to PLEASE warn him the next time if I don't feel okay.
That's the hardest part for me. Admitting that I'm not okay. It's really hard. So that's the reason why I don't say it. Because I always think I'll be able to manage it on my own, no control I have to give away. But by now, we know what happens then.
I'm still feeling dizzy and weak. My head hurts me. It took me a lot to write all of this just because I don't see everything clear. And I still don't have the feeling that my mind is emptied, it helped a bit! I'm tired too... I guess I will sleep very well.
When I came home and told my brother I felt dizzy again he answered quite strict: 'You should see a doctor'. I thought by myself that I don't really need a doctor, while I had actually hoped I could've got my hug from him. I just need to become friends again with mother nature. She has won this time, BIG TIME! I do not even want to compete anymore.
So, talking about an impressive day, yesterday was quite impressive on me! It still gives me chills down my spine when I think of it. In fact, it was a good day. Boring classes, but we laughed a lot! Yes, it had been a good day. We all walked together to our cars and said goodbye to one another. I got into my car, started the engine and gave it a go. After a few metres, things went completely wrong! I started to feel dizzy, uncomfortable and weird! I somehow didn't feel my body anymore, yet very strong at the same time. I saw black spots everywhere and had this strange feeling in my hands and feet. I was terrified!!
I opened my car window to let some fresh air in. I felt better, for about the one full second. I had no idea what to do and was so afraid I'ld collapse. I don't know how precisely, but I got home. I couldn't walk straight anymore. I stumbled upstairs and ended on my bed. Walls and ceiling were dancing around me. Seriously, that feeling sucks so hard, big time!
Normally I had an appointment with my physiotherapist, but I couldn't drive like how I felt. I wanted to him but my phone was downstairs in my handbag. I felt so miserable I could cry. Went downstairs, took my phone and stumbled all the way back to the bathroom. When I saw my face in the mirror, I bursted out in tears. I called my far away friend, she couldn't help off course, but I was glad to hear her friendly, caring voice!. I felt dizzy and shaking but managed to shower. Mu brother suggested he'ld bring me to my physiotherapist.
I sat in the waiting room, resting my head against the wall. I sat there for about 10 minutes, then it was my turn. When I stood up, I saw everything changing into black again. I walked to his office whit the therapist walking behind me. He asked 'What happend this time?' while smiling? I turned around and said: 'I don't feel okay'. He answered 'I can see that.' and just managed to give me some support before I completely collapsed. He layed me down on his table with my feet and legs a little higher. I was nervous and anxious, guess he saw it on my face. But he was so professional and friendly that I was happy my brother drove me there.
He asked me to realx my shoulders, but I couldn't. So he gently pushed my shoulders down and said: 'You'll be okay now, you're safe and in very good hands. No worries for I'll take care of you now.' That really eased the panic inside of me. He asked me questions about what I've had for lunch and dinner, if I drink enough and sleep enough. No judging. Yesterday, he really was my rock. He managed to be perfectly what I needed when I collapsed and was very scared. I had this cold shivers all over my body so he turned up the heater and gave me a blanket.
We smiled when he said out loud he almost couldn't imagine this was happening to me again. He did this special massage trick in my neck to raise my blood pressure. He've spent more time than he normally does, but by the time I walked out, I didn't feel so dizzy anymore. My brother drove me back home and again, I went straight to bed, for I was tired. Exhausted!
One of my Facebookfriends, a photographer posted pictures in an album named 'Viking Run'. I saw people running and climbing completely covered in mud! Winsome to look at!! I asked my friend Google all out about 'Viking Run' and found out there's this organisation called 'Strong Viking Run'. Few runs a year in defferent themes as water, hills, mud and brother edition. All of these runs are in 7, 13 or 19 km. They all have challenging obstacles in them where you sure as hell will need some hardcore muscles! Survival run at it's best. Just how I love it. I decided to train harder and do this. Because I believe I can do so. I am and will be strong enough! The next mud edition is in Ghent, April 23, 2016. I'll be soaked and covered with mud too but I'm SOOOOO thrilled to get started!! Tomorrow night I'll buy my lightning ticket for my first 7 km survival run. Just because I CAN!!
