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So It’s Been A While
It’s been several weeks since I worked on the website. This saddens me because it is still something I strongly believe in. So in the spirit of creating a community about celebrating the awesomeness of being a Geek I have made the difficult decision to open up about my absence while hopefully not droning on too terribly. Also in true fan style my geek love proved a vital component of my antidote.
I’m sure that I could research parallels between my struggle and that of other heroes, but this poison has had me paralyzed for far too long and I really should just jump right in.
Encountering My Modern Day Villain
Perhaps I am being a tad dramatic and perhaps it’s also ill advised to call members of your medical team villains, but, here we are…..
After almost a year of intense daily pain, dental surgery, medical appointments and a brain scan my primary care doctor and my psychiatrist both agreed that there was a clear flare of Fibromyalgia but neither makes a point of staying on top of diagnosis criteria so I was referred to a Physiatrist.
The clinic scheduled me with the first available appointment instead of waiting for the doctor originally requested. There was no reason not to expect that I would leave with a diagnosis or at minimum be one step closer.
There Was Nothing I Could Do To Protect Myself From Those Fangs
I sat nervously in the waiting room on this fated day. Dr. DarkAges was late, and curt. After one visit that lasted one hour Dr. DarkAges concluded that I do not have Fibromyalgia, ignoring my symptoms and family history. Instead she struck swiftly, and mercilessly; her diagnosis was that I am sad. SAD, that was her diagnosis.
Oh, she cut me down but my story will be too long if I get into the nitty details.
The very important detail being only that it was clear her decision was based more on my gender and mental health history than facts.
That shot of venom spread it’s poison quickly and with little regard to what areas of my life were impacted.
As The Ice Runs Through Me
I could not escape the implications of her diagnosis; and there lays the power behind Dr. DarkAges’ venom.
She had planted ice pellets of guilt and doubt, they are easy enough to grow once they have been planted. What if she was right? What if I was making this all up because I couldn’t handle my own sadness?
Truth Meets Fire
Regardless of knowing that Dr. DarkAges was wrong and having an excellent rallying team at my side I could not find my fire. My creativity felt the bitter cold the hardest. I couldn’t “make” anything.
After far too long of not watching season 2 of Wynonna Earp to try to watch it with my husband I was given the green light to watch it solo. From that first episode it was hard to not watch the next one. So a few days later not only am I totally caught up but here I sit writing.
Watching one creative team excel at their craft has drawn me from my imagination hibernation.
Many thanks to Emily Andras, seven24films, cast and crew of Wynonna Earp for bringing my fire back. I can’t wait to write further about all of the exciting chaos in Purgatory.
It’s nice to be back.
Geeks Out
Mimi
