Well here it is day one and already have an extra hour freed up as I usually wouldn’t even be at this point by now, 10:30 and starting my post is really early. Strange thing is though I am find it hard to push myself into not fiddling with things as I have this inbuilt part of me saying it’s OK no need to be in a hurry you have loads of time to spare. I suppose though once I have the new routine settled in my head that will vanish.
I had forgotten that this weekend and today are the September weekend, a local holiday which means my work has an accompanying sound in Adam snoring on the settee, that isn’t holding me up in anyway just putting me off as I keep thinking I have to wake him it’s Monday and he shouldn’t be here. His working week is one of the few things that keeps me on track with what day of the week it is, so he is adding to the feeling that things are just wrong today and not what I am used to. It amazes me just how much we are creatures of habit and how trying to change those habits is really hard. I suspect this is why most people when they have a holiday leave their homes and go somewhere else, stay at home and you continue as before, go somewhere new and you have no normal to base anything on so different is all that is possible. I used to always think I didn’t like holidays due just to the boredom factor, but I think also there is a big splash of MS being happiest when it know where it is and what it is doing at each minute of the day. Holidays mean being scarred a lot of the time, as it means not knowing when or where anything is or will happen.
I have noticed over the years that anyone who has any type of brain damage all seem to need routine and order. My Aunt worked with children with Downs Syndrome and I went to the school to help out on every Thursday afternoon, I had had Glandular Fever and wasn’t allowed to do any Sport for six months this meant I couldn’t take part in the weekly hockey, tennis and the rest of the things I hated, so arranged instead of just sitting their watching, to being allowed to help out in my Aunts school instead. I learned a lot in those afternoons and loved the time I was there as I had had like most, no contact with people like them, I don’t think there was one that I didn’t fall in love with and I remember their faces to this day. I also remember seeing in them a more extreme version of many things I see in myself now, add on my experience in the mental hospital I was in for a couple of months and what I have seen on TV and all of that knowledge tells me that it is a universal effect of brain damage. We can’t deal with anything that isn’t exactly the same as it always is. I don’t know what it is or why but there seems to be that universal fact, routine, normality, order are all required to maintain that feeling of safety. I suppose a Neurologist or a psychologist would be able to answer why we need it and why our minds freakout when it is changed, the more the brain is damaged the more it becomes important.
So what I am saying is I am once again in the two brain situation, part of me is fighting like made to keep normality, the past, the other half is pushing to make the change, it is also really odd being able to feel like an observer aware of all of it, all. Sometimes I think it would be easier on me if I couldn’t sit here and observe what is happening, just letting it happen and it is a strong temptation believe me. I have now managed to sit wondering for 40 mins which isn’t constructive activity no more time to fritter, this is and will be the start of the new even if I still want to drift back into yesterday.