Working Nine to Five

Excuse my 12 or so month hiatus. I've been back at work and since energy and time are both finite, there's been only so much I can fit into my days. More so, I haven't had anything I've wanted to tell you until now.

Like my psychiatrist appointments, I need some time between "sessions" to experience life and let things ferment, to give myself space for observation and to come up with new conclusions and ideas.

Getting back to work has been great for my confidence. It's given me the chance to connect with lots of new people and reconnect with some old friends. I've really enjoyed being able to delve into and focus on projects and feel the sense of achievement from completing tasks; emotions (control, focus and sense of achievement/completion) not often experienced during parenting.

After two clients and three major projects, which spanned 10 months, I was ready for a break. We decided to go to Europe again to visit family and friends and had a lovely (and tiring because YOLO) six weeks away. I really need to rethink the types of trips we do...but that's another story.

Prior to the trip I had sunk so deep into work that I neglected (regular/scheduled) exercise, I had neglected our family and home, and most importantly, I had neglected myself. Amongst all my responsibilities and roles, it's been hard finding a balance, and this seems to be the constant challenge.

Upon our return to Australia, I was barely recovered from jet lag and I had a meeting for another project. I wasn't ready to start again, I really needed some weeks to myself at home to relax, get back to a new sense of normal and work out (consciously) what my next steps would be. Being a consultant and by nature of the work not knowing when the next pay day will be, I told myself I have to take the work, whatever work, when it presents itself. And so I did.

I wasn't in a good place emotionally or physically at the time but I just thought of the money I'd make to replenish our depleted savings after the six week European jaunt. Again I fell into the consumerist cycle most of us fall into. Work - make money - buy shit you don't need - repeat. Which I can deal with under normal circumstances when I actually like the work and the people that I'm working with, and the buying of the shit is holidays to see loved ones (three of the core reasons I get up with pep in the morning and go to work for). But this time around, there was no pep, there was no zest. Instead there was growing dissatisfaction, constant complaining and increased frustration. I was the furthest I had been from myself for a long time and for this I was really angry.

As the weeks progressed, I began to show my frustration at work and I let people know about it. As my scope at work increased, so did my frustration and contempt. I pushed back and managed to make myself redundant from the project about a month earlier than anticipated. I experienced a set of mixed emotions about this scenario: less cash in my pocket than I had budgeted for and sad about no longer being needed, but on the other hand, I now had a new sense of freedom and excitement for life. A renewed sense of hope.

I made room in my life for what I needed, which is the space and time to re-evaluate what's working and what's not; to structure my life accordingly and find my balance. I realise not everyone is that lucky to have the opportunity to do the same. So for this I'm really grateful.

Thanks for tuning in again.

"Get busy living, or get busy dying".

Today marks the one year anniversary of my cardiac arrest. When I woke up this morning, it wasn't the first thing I thought of. As my husband was leaving for work I was about to remind him, but I caught my tongue between my teeth and said nothing.

I have no need to relive the event or period surrounding it. What I have are no feelings. It's not even a memory. It's a tiny speckle in the far distance, of an event my husband has described to me. What I have is gratitude for the memory loss I have surrounding the event and for the psychiatric assistance I've had to get over the resounding post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) associated with it. It seems the shrink sessions worked...

Love this Angel's expression: "I have a hammer
and a book, I got shit to do, I'm busy, leave me alone!"

I love the quote from Shawshank Redemption: "Get busy living, or get busy dying". For me, it's become as simple a choice as that. My focus has been on health (healthy eating; exercise; minimising stress; resting, when possible with a two year old) and getting on with life. I'm busy living.

I went to a parenting course some weeks back where they discussed "labeling" our kids. The concept took me straight back to childhood: I was always the sick one, the weak one, I had to be constantly careful and looked after, dressed like an onion so I wouldn't catch a cold, excluded from physical activities and ostracised. I had worked really hard before the cardiac arrest to remove the "sick" label from my identity, and after the cardiac arrest, it was hard not yielding to it again. I realised in that moment I was no longer that sick person with a heart problem, or the cardiac arrest victim, I hadn't been for some time now.

50 Cent puts it well in his song Many Men (Wish Death):

Sunny days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain.
Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain.
Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard.
It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred.

I like these lyrics because they remind me that life is about taking the bad with the good and getting on with it. I'd rather be physically, mentally and emotionally scarred, than not be at all. And believe me, I have plenty of scars!

So to that I say: happy anniversary; and happy living to everyone!

The Overwhelming Lightness of Honesty

...or the overwhelming lightness of living your values.

I've been shitty lately. I couldn't put my finger on it until I was in my psychiatrist's office last month. There were a couple of catalysts but the main one that stands out in my mind is the Mexican standoff I had with a stranger in a public shopping centre carpark, the day before I saw my shrink. That was the peak of it.

Firstly, I had gone against my better judgement (and experience) by going to that carpark in the first place. In this suburb I usually park in the (un-metered) back streets about a ten minute walk away. The benefit of this is threefold: light exercise, chance to clear my mind before my appointment and no time pressure for the free parking. In this instance I thought I might try the shopping centre carpark instead, in case I wanted to also do grocery shopping. As always in the carpark, there was mass confusion and people doing stupid and illegal things like driving in the wrong lane and blocking off traffic. Long story short: a lady and I were going for the same carpark. If another carpark hadn’t become available that moment so we could each have one, I’m not sure what would have happened.

For many of you there comes a point in your life where for whatever reason, you may just snap it. You’ve kept doing the same thing over and over again and suddenly you realise, it’s just not working…and it probably never did, but you did it regardless.

I reached this point in that shitty, dark and dank basement carpark. The perfect setting for what felt like a lifetime of frustration that finally peaked and exploded. I realised in that moment that I had been putting up with a constant conflict in my value system, which created that angst, frustration and inconvenience, just so I can be nice and liked by other people. Liked by whom and for what? A stranger for letting her have the carpark, so she can be appreciative and like me, when she doesn’t even know me and will never even speak to me? WTF?!

My Mexican standoff breakthrough is, I’m sure, more (psychologically) complicated than I’m letting on. But it is not necessary to get into the detail or to analyse it to be able to portray the same takeaway message.

When a major life event occurs, like the cardiac arrest in my case, it hopefully makes you look at things and your life differently. The cliché of life being too short really rings true. Furthermore I believe it’s important, if not mandatory, to hold on to that life is too short concept to be able to make positive change in your own life. From one moment to the next, life can be over. So why spend your precious seconds, minutes, hours, days, months or years of your life being unhappy?

image courtesy of Your Core Light

I find that when I’m in the flow and living in harmony with myself and the world around me is when I’m honest with and true to my values. And that means knowing yourself and having the courage to say no to other things that conflict with those values and your happiness.

Support Group at RNSH

A couple of weeks ago I attended a support group at Royal North Shore Hospital (RNSH). It was primarily aimed at an "older" audience, although there was another lady near my age, Kim, who also attended.

It became very clear that not only different age groups, but also people, have different concerns and at times approaches to life and living with an ICD. The best example of this was an older patient exclaiming that she used to do everything right and still had a cardiac arrest. So post arrest and having an ICD inserted, she no longer takes things too seriously and instead indulges in a nightcap or two...on most nights. I guess we all have different ways in dealing with things, and major events like a health scare can motivate us to live life quite differently to the way we did before.

Kim pointed out this difference and outlined that due to having two young kids to look after (plus heart health complications), her concern is prolonging her life as long as possible. So for her, there is no indulging in a nightcap or any alcohol in fact at all, ever.

Myself on the other hand, I like to employ the more balanced French/Italian/Greek way of living: having the odd small glass of wine with a meal. Good for the blood and circulation I say!

There were two speakers organised for the day:

1. The lady spoke about needing to understand everything that was (medically) happening and taking control over her own care.
2. The man spoke about having a complete life turnaround. He used to be a high-flying successful business owner who worked too many hours, didn't exercise and ate and drank really badly. Since his arrest he's sold his business, exercises 5 times a week and enjoys spending a lot more time with his family and friends.

It was interesting to see the differences between the two speakers. The floor was also opened up to the audience over a lead discussion, as well as a question and answer. Even thought quite a few experiences were revealed, it was reassuring to see the differences and also know that most people felt very similarly about having and living with an ICD. I think it's important to connect with others going through a similar experience so you don't feel as isolated or alone. Family and friends can be supportive but unless they've been through the same experience, they just don't get it.

As much as I need to understand what's logically going on with my heart and why what happened did happen, I'm afraid there aren't any certain answers for me. I've been working hard to let this go so I can go on with my life and live without fear. So I've taken the more high-level, focus on what I can control type of approach. Similarly to the gentleman speaker, what has changed drastically for me are my values and consequently the way I live my life. I've given myself no option but to prioritise regular exercise (3-5 times a week). I feel that's one major positive thing I can do not only towards my recovery, but more importantly for my long term health and vitality. Never before in my life have I had this clarity, motivation and dedication towards my exercise and well being. As the noise drops away, things seem a lot more simpler too and life more enjoyable.

I'm looking forward to attending the next ICD Support Group at RNSH later this year. It's supposed to be aimed at a younger target audience and have a large focus on exercise with an ICD. I bet I will have a lot to offer to the conversation!

Wake, Eat, Live, Sleep, Repeat.

I'm tired. As I'm writing this I'm sitting on a stool slumping over the bench and my iPad. I've been wanting to write for a while but haven't had the energy nor the time. My hubby went back to work a month ago and honestly...I'm still adjusting to doing everything on my own, including looking after our one year old daughter. He's a great help when he gets home from work, but I feel like stuff (chores, cleaning, organising) are never ending. I've been overwhelmed at times. I'm getting irritated. I go to bed and fall asleep immediately from exhaustion.

I understand that all parents are tired, but I sense that my tiredness is on another heart-related level. I think I've been neglecting the fact that my capacity is not the same as someone else's (with no health issues).

What's been compounding that is that after a recent reassessment, I've realised my personal values were in the wrong order. I have been putting family and friends first. Noble, sure, maybe? But the reality is that if I don't look after myself then I won't have much to offer my family or friends or anyone else for that matter. So I put health first. This has changed my life and given me purpose, consistency and routine. Not bad things during a (emotionally and physically) tumultuous time.

Wake up, brekkie, gym/or walk, grocery shopping, lunch, cook, eat, sleep. Add a dose of housework and lots of playing with Zoe in between all that stuff. Repeat.

Some days are a struggle to do any of that apart from eat and sleep. I try and listen to my body (it's hard, my mind is quite overpowering and pushes me to over commit and overextend myself) but some things, like keeping my daughter alive and happy, must be done. 

I've had to slow way down. I feel like I'm at 50% capacity i.e. doing half the amount of stuff I did before and have had to make changes to my life accordingly. I've tried to be creative in my approach because I'm coming to terms with the fact that I can't be everything to everyone. That concept is so unrealistic and unattainable, causes constant unnecessary angst and stress...but that's another topic.

Here are some things that I've been doing.

Minimised social commitments. Particularly during the week. My motto is now low key and quality over quantity. Major life events make people realise things: if any of my "friends" didn't come see me post cardiac arrest either in the hospital or later at home, then I won't be going out of my way to see them...or probably ever talk to them again either. So that also minimises the amount of people "in rotation" in our social calendar.

Prioritising. I can't do everything. I can barely do half the stuff I did. Realistically some things slip, so I find it easier to let things slide once I've prioritised what's important and what's less important. And then not feeling guilty about the things that do slip!

Organised a house cleaner. They can be pricey here in Australia, so I've booked one in for once a fortnight only. I'll be paying her out of my personal budget. It means a few less lunches out but the way I've been living lately, that's not an issue as I'm primarily home bound by choice.

Online shopping. They deliver the groceries to my house and place them on my kitchen bench. Convenient and considering I'm still not allowed to drive, necessary. Any bits and bobs that I need (fresh fruit, veggies and meat) I pick up after the gym each day from my local grocer/butcher.

More online shopping. Yep, don't even want to go to a shopping center to shop for fashion or cosmetics or presents. I order that shit online and it gets delivered to my door.

Ask for help. I delegate tasks to Chris, particularly lifting heavy stuff like piles of washing. I also now take up my friends' offers to help wash the dishes when they come over for a meal. And my new cleaner? I've asked her for (paid) help because I can't keep up with the housework.

Image borrowed from www.nsf.gov.

Automate and mechanise. I'm truly embracing industrialisation by using machines like there's no tomorrow. Some days the dishwasher does two loads; I put most things in there now! Hanging washing? I don't think so. I'm pulling that stuff from the washing machine and putting it straight into the dryer. I'm cutting out steps where I can. Sure our electricity bill is slightly higher but it's worth my sanity and energy.

Batch food preparation. If I'm making something that can be frozen, I will make extra to freeze some portions. That way if I don't feel like cooking one day, I can defrost and have something quick and easy on hand.

Saying "NO". Hard for me to do when I've spent my life trying to make others and myself happy. But no choice. Used in the correct way, "NO" can be very powerful and liberating. It helps set limitations, boundaries and expectations.

Sleep. My average generally is eight hours a night. Some nights I've slept nine or 10 hours and still don't feel like it's enough. If I don't get enough sleep I can't function and find that my energy levels are greatly affected. Most nights it's hard to drop stuff and force myself to go to sleep, but this is where the prioritising comes in handy.

I'm getting there - to whatever my new normal is meant to be. I feel like I'm getting organised but my energy levels are still not where I want them to be. I'm still focusing on my rehabilitation and finding a new groove in my life. It will take time and I'm understanding now, that's OK.