Friday, November 14, 2008
I've had two old friends come and visit recently. Usually, I enjoy catching up with old friends. We talk about things we're doing, rehash what madness we may have shared in the past, glance at the future.
But not this time.
This time, I'm not happy to see these old friends. They're both kinda sneaky. Gliding in like mist through a crack in the wall. That imperceptible presence just outside of my line of sight. These friends like to linger. I guess they like me. I should be flattered, right?
I'm not. I wish they'd go be someone else's old friend.
I first met Depression in 2003. That friend managed to stay around a while - almost a year in fact - before I kicked him out of my house. He tried to come back again in 2005 but I was much better than him that time. He only lingered a few weeks. He got clever, though. He found ways to sneak in to my life without me even knowing he was there. It wasn't until a conversation with a good friend that I realized that Depression had moved into our spare bedroom. I was too busy looking the other way to notice. So, at the advice of said friend, I went to see the doctor this week, hoping to find a way to make Depression move out.
That's when my other old friend showed up.
Her name is High Blood Pressure and she really is a sneaky bitch. I bet she's pissed at Depression, though, because now her cover is blown. I first met High Blood Pressure when I was pregnant with Little Man. She was persistent and refused to go away. She didn't bring along her other preeclampsia friends, just her own bad self. She even managed to force the doctors into delivering our son six weeks early and then started a knock-down drag-out fight with the doctors forcing them to bring out the big guns - the Magnesium Sulphate drip.
Yeah, High Blood Pressure is an evil bitch.
She managed to live in the spare bedroom of my life until after Little Man was about 6 or 8 months old, then she left. Sometime in the last 6 months, she's decided to move back in.
I suppose I should be thankful to Depression, though, because without him, I would never have known she was there. I stopped checking for her after she had disappeared for months and doctor's visits over the last two years turned up nothing. She was gone. Needless to say, I'm now on to them both.
Excuse me while I go draw up an eviction notice.