When the Word of the Week is adventure, it conjures up places to go, things to do and people to see. But when the world is on pause and the only adventures to be had are within the walls of your home, it forces a different kind of adventure.
See, you can’t escape yourself.
There you are. All the time.
If you’re fortunate enough to live with a saint like Mark, you don’t mind being hunkered down together.
But perhaps you, like me, are going a lil’ bit stir crazy?
My personal quarantine story is amplified by a thrilling new twist: weaning myself off of hormone replacement therapy.
Some people are going grey during COVID-19.
I may grow a beard!
Okay, that’s a poor attempt at humor (but I hope you laughed.)
My goal for 2020 was to be completely pharmaceutical-free. This journey began in 2017 when I quit Zoloft. The only drugs remaining in my system were low doses of estrogen and progesterone. And I fully intended to say goodbye to them, too…
…then COVID-19 hit.
When the pills ran out, I called my doctor and fully expected the refill to go through without a visit to her office. After all, the world is social distancing and if the situation isn’t dire, who should leave home to sit amongst sick people, right?
Told that I needed blood work to get my refill, I did what any hormonally-challenged woman would do. I burst into slobbering tears. Heaving, gulping tears.
The sloppy wailing held no sway with my doctor’s gatekeeper.
And I had no peace about venturing out for blood work. This stalemate, I knew, was a sign from the universe to stick it out and cold turkey the detox.
Kind Mark looked at my tear-streaked face (the third in as many days) and said, “Are you sure?”
He’s no fool. He’s got to LIVE with this wrecking ball of inflamed human emotion, wrapped in a bow of irrational thoughts, suspicions, dread and overwhelm.
I fully understand why he thought getting me some drugs might be a good idea!
However, the FLIPSIDE of this adventure in detoxing is the depth of emotion I’m feeling.
It’s not all happy emotions; some are so empathetic I can hardly bear all the feels…
…but at least I am fully ALIVE.
And for that, I’m incredibly grateful. First of all, I consider all of the poor souls suffering in sickness right now. The many who have died a victim to this deadly virus and who have sadly made their transition in the solitude social distancing demands.
I may be a bit of a hot mess right now. But I am healthy and alive.
Second, stuff that normally gets a pass or rolls off my back now instigates a full-blown experience. This amplified state of emotions REQUIRES examination. There’s no ignoring the rage, depression, anxiety, or vitriol. It must be inspected because ain’t no way I want those ugly tenants hanging out in my psyche.
So, being at home with me and my hormones has been an adventure of epic proportions.
We’re two weeks in and the science says it’ll take six to eight to be free.
Please send Mark your prayers and well-wishes.
His path to sainthood is almost assured as he quietly and calmly observes this circus of a roommate as she mines the depths of despair. Only to be perfectly fine minutes later when distracted by a ludicrous episode of Tiger King.
More on adventures and an interesting new Word of the Weeks!
Love to each of you. Stay well!