Is
There An Off Switch?
The
mind, when it is sick, can be your worst enemy. Even during your
recovery, the mind plays games with you. Unfortunately, there is no
cure to mental illness and there will always be times you struggle,
but it's how you handle the struggle that counts. I began a new
battle with my mind and anxiety as soon as I found out I was going to
have foot surgery. It started out with small concerns. Do I have
vacation weeks to use? If not how, can we afford to have me out of
work? Then the worries grew and became obsessive.
My
mind went on an endless track of worry. What if I get sick and can't
have surgery? What if I can't do the stairs at my home? I have a
week's vacation and four days; what if we don't have enough money to
pay bills? What if we can't make our mortgage? What if I can't pay
for the pain medication? Who's going to help me while my husband is
at work? What if I can't use the crutches? What if I fall and hurt
myself more, then have to be hospitalized?
The
worries grew bigger and bigger as the weeks narrowed until my
surgery. My anxiety attacks increased, I struggled to sleep, and my
muscles tensed. I found myself over the toilet several times.
Would
I be able to handle the pain? Will I cause more physical problems by
hopping around on crutches? Will I get sick, lose my vacation time,
and wait longer for surgery? Will we go broke? Will we have enough
money to eat?
I
magnified my worries to the point that I made myself sick. They
haunted me day and night. If I had a switch to turn them off, I would
have used it, but instead I turned to my support system. My friend
reminded me that I was making my surgery into a bigger deal then it
was, and my husband had me think about the positive side to my
surgery.
Once
the surgery was over, I would no longer be suffering with the
continuous pain I have dealt with for months. I could finally get
rid of the air cast boot I've worn for almost four months. I could
pay some bills ahead of time so when I got the four day vacation
check we would be okay. By fighting my worries and reminding myself
of the positive outcome of my surgery, I was able to relieve some of
the worrying.
My
surgery turned out not as bad as I first thought. I only had to use
the crutches for a few days, the pain wasn't as bad, and I was able
to pay some bills in advance so that we were fine financially. A
friend came to town to help me out while my husband was at work and
within a week I was able to start walking around home without a boot.
It's
hard to see the positive when your worries take over, but by the help
of my support system I was able to point them out and get through
surgery without a major anxiety attack. In the end I now see all my
worries were for nothing.