Hello my dear readers,
This is Teddy. And I have a confession to make, a years worth of confession. This year I started dating an amazing guy, I went back to my university, and just spent the last two months in Scotland on arguably one of the most important digs in the world right now. And I didn’t write to you. Because I thought that I am getting better, and no one wants to hear that. I am no longer relevant. If I had updated The Misses POTS as often as I did my Pinterest you guys would be inundated, seriously. And the POTS community means so much more to be than Pinterest ever could. So here I am, listening to my pandora station for the Avett Brothers (seriously, make a station for them. They’re brilliant), eating a pretty fabulous omelet I just made from my tomatoes, basil, and supermarket spinach, and realizing how many opportunities I have missed to minister to you guys. I don’t mean that in the religious sense. I mean in the metaphorical, giving balm to your loneliness and frustration. Because it gets better, a lot better.
This stemmed from my regular morning ritual, waking up by looking at Pinterest. Like many of you, I take awhile to get out of bed. And today I saw the picture above that I had posted well over a year ago on my “Postulating on POTS” board. I had written, “this should probably be the header to my blog” and forgotten about it. What I didn’t notice, was that someone had written to me, underneath it, “I would read that” And just like that “frak” I was convicted.
That picture and that board have given me more follows and likes than anything else on that bloody site. I don’t use it for that, (mostly recipes if I’m completely honest), but it does make me think. There are people out there like me. I know that maybe no one out there reads this anymore, and that maybe my voice is unheard. But I think that it’s needed. Not for my profundity, or any sense of eloquence, but because I think there is a shortage of good news for people with Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia.
The road to recovery isn’t a straight line, and I keep on learning through trial and error. Alcohol, still not a good idea. But I can have a pint now and again; I just need lots of food and water with it. IBS still rears its ugly head pretty frequently. But last semester I made straight A’s and got my GPA up enough to be a contender for PhD programs around the country. I have two interviews this week, and I’m scared. Scared because I don’t think I deserve it. Scared because I know my health and productivity could vanish at any time. Thats how I spent most of the last year, and it was really hard to explain to people why I wasn’t excited for all the good things in my future. It’s counterintuitive, but thats where I’m at right now. So where are you at right now? I have a years worth of little lessons to share, but I have a whole heck of a lot more to learn. Upcoming posts: how to survive on an archaeological dig, POTS and dating, and more as I go. I hope you guys have more to share too, because we all need each other in this recovery process. So bear with me, I’m back.
Teddy (and the return thereof!)