Bipolar Disorder, endometriosis, Everyday Life, Uncategorized

Five to Seven Days


In the movie My Girl, the main actress, Vada, played by Anna Chlumsky gets her period, I believe for the first time.  When Thomas, played by Macaulay Culkin, comes to her door she informs him that he needs to come back in 5-7 days.  I have no clue what else happened in this movie, but this part of the movie has stood out to me for years.


Recently I have been thinking about it and realized that there are plenty of things that come and go within a 5-7 day period.  This for sure goes for menstrual cycles, but for a number of other things as well.


I will be embarking on an adventure and signed up for a week long, intensive, out patient treatment program that is out of town (like an hour from where I live).  I start Monday, and boy am I stressing.  Stressing over the drive, and what to expect, and will I be allowed to have a water bottle with me during the day.

More of what is on my mind, is that I am worried about waking up at the crack of dawn (this would be 530 AM for me, an ungodly hour in the morning where only wicked things creep through the house).  I will be driving two hours a day for the round trip and I will be without my phone (insert horrifying scream right now!)  But, it’s just for a week.  But much like periods, the treatment session lasts for a week and then it will be done.  It is kind of temporary in the grand scheme of things.

I have also recently started another medication change, and I am patiently, (understatement) waiting for the effects to kick in.  I am longing for the darker clouds to float away and for my big, bright, Mr. Shining sun to come out and play.  But alas, it takes 7-14 days for changes to take place.  So the waiting, is just that, waiting, and in time, 7-14 days, I will get what I want (hopefully).

Lastly, I am paid on a monthly basis.  The 15th of each month the magical direct deposit fairy releases a pile of money into my account and I pay my bills and I am on my merry way.  Well, the 15th is a week away (also falling into the week where I will be participating in treatment) and I am again patiently (again an understatement) waiting for the 15th to roll around so I get my money from heaven.  I’ll make it to pay day, but it is keeping a little bit tight (perhaps I did not need new clothes for treatment, and perhaps I should not have started Christmas shopping, but alas, in 5-7 days, the issue will be resolved).


Much that happens in our lives is temporary when we take a few minutes to look at what is happening and when it will not be happening.  Our body works on cycles, the earth rotates on a cycle.  We are given days and given nights.  We get up and we go to bed.  We walk by putting one foot in front of the other.  Vada’s period will stop.  Thomas will come back.  My treatment will start and probably as quickly as it starts it will end.  I will deal with the medication modifications (and additions after today’s doctor appointment for the lovely endometriosis, the wicked witch of where my uterus used to live) and I will get paid, good Lord willing and the creek don’t rise.  It’s all temporary.

So as much as maybe someone out there “needed” to hear this blog, I know I was the person really in need.  I needed to remind myself that things are temporary.  That things will come and they will go and I will make it through it all.

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