Case-in-point, I call it the "situation," like it isn't something that is really happening. Like I'm really not driving every month for baseline ultrasounds and injecting drugs like a pro + feeling whacked out from all of them cumulatively. I shouldn't complain because they don't affect me as bad as all of the scary "irrationality" side-effects listed. I'd like to pin my normal mood swings on the drugs. Yet at the same time, I feel a pretty big difference being off of them for six weeks.
I don't feel crazy because I don't let myself get hopeful or excited when I try every month. Until last week I just felt pretty even or numb about it. But now, I've launched into having this agonizing ache in my chest, which must be loneliness. Most of that is simply from V being gone and the anticipation of him coming home on R&R. The other part is me just generally feel detached from my family and the other people I love scattered around the country. Plus, with H moving at Spring Break, I have lost my good girlfriend to hang out with here. All the reasons aside, it's like my chest physically hurts at night when I'm not busy and distracted. What's strange is that I feel kind of apathetic about talking to anyone when they call even though I really miss them. How whacked is that?
V asked me yesterday if I thought it was easy for him being gone after I started telling him how I was feeling. In reality, yes, it does seem so easy for him during deployments. He's such a rock that I forget that he just doesn't let himself dive into the "missing" mode. That doesn't mean it is easy for him. I just don't hear him vocalize it like I do.
I'm not sitting here having a pity party, I'm just trying to deal with everything and try not to stress out so that my body will be in a good place come the end of July. Thank God for S and P, my favorite pooches who keep me getting up in the morning.