Once upon a time, I was definitely considered a party girl, even occasionally the life of the party. When I started at my current job, which is a construction company, that’s definitely how I was viewed. My first night out at the pub with the guys had me keeping up with them doing shots, and asleep on the train home. I’ve even been known to dance on table tops, and there was an occasion with body shots when out with some old work colleagues. It was all in good fun.
I could honestly say that I’d go out every single weekend to a pub or party, or a club on occasions – though I was definitely more of a pub or house party girl. I LOVED it, I loved dancing and I loved being lively and social.
So what happened? My health went down the crapper – to put it simply. I still don’t have an official diagnosis, but they’re looking at Lupus and/or Postural Tachycardia Syndrome. This all started at the beginning of 2018, and since then my party days have gone way down hill. It happened gradually, but surely. Now, even a few glasses of wine will leave me with a feeling of hangover the next day. More than that will take days to recover. Socialising alone is a lot more tiring than you’d expect, especially while you’re in pain, so I often have to avoid it. And dancing? My god, one song leaves me exhausted. Not that it stops me from trying, dancing like an idiot while singing loudly will always be in my blood!
I now often hear “oh man, you used to be the life of the party. Look at you now!” Yes… Thanks for rubbing that in. Much appreciated!
Getting sick with a chronic illness changes everything, you lose your sense of self. You grieve your old self. I wish with all my heart that things were different, that things hadn’t changed like they had. But this life, this chronic sickness, has become so normal to me. Though still not easy in the slightest.
But what have I learnt from it? Appreciation. I didn’t know what I had, when I had it. If I’d known then what I know now, everything would have been different. I honestly never ever would have thought that I’d be this sick girl, getting home to go to bed by 5pm, working part time and spending my days off in bed sleeping. Carrying a pharmacy worth of medication in my handbag. I don’t like any of these things, but I do like what I’ve learnt.
Never again will I take my body for granted. Never again will I take the people in my life for granted. Never again will I doubt what my gut is telling me when I feel that something is wrong. Never again will I judge someone else for something that I don’t understand. Never again will I give a shit what other people think, or get caught up in petty gossip and drama – because really, in the scheme of things, none of that matters in the slightest.
I’ve learnt who my true friends are, I’ve found passions I didn’t know I had, and I’ve learnt to see the beauty in every little moment that brings you peace. I may not be the life of the party anymore, or be a whole lot of fun all the time, but I’m living life to the max with a whole new outlook.
Love what you have, while you have it.