Friday, November 12, 2010

Forgot my meds...bad idea

So, I forgot to take my meds yesterday for anxiety.  Never a good idea.  It's not that anxiety is usually a problem after only one day, it's that I always have these weird, epic-length dreams the night after abstaining from good ol' Paxil.  So, last night I dreamt about my dear friend, Mikey.  I worked with Mike for about 7 years selling pianos and I would say that there has always been a special place in my heart for Mike.  It's not like THAT....it was just that he was always very special to me.  I looked forward to work because he was there.  When I moved away (only for two years), he was the one I had the hardest time saying goodbye to.  Well, as life would have it, Mikey got really sick earlier this year and it turned out that he had cancer.  I have to say that cancer absolutely sucks!!!!  It took a perfectly healthy man (or so it seemed) and within a span of 9 weeks put him through excruciating pain, massive weight loss, total hair loss, week after week in the hospital, in ICU, a week on a ventilator, and in the end, it took him away from us completely.  Mikey died on Monday, May 17th, 2010 around 10:30 in the evening, just two weeks after his 49th birthday.  It was almost relief (initially) when I got the text saying that he had passed away because I knew that all of his suffering was over.  After that came the cruel realization that I would never again be able to give him a call about how to work my damn keyboard (he was the expert on all things Clavinova) and never again be able to give him a big hug (he was great to give hugs to b/c he was only a few inches taller than me--and that's saying something since I'm only 5'1").  The hardest part, I think, is that I can't contact him in any way and I don't really know where he is--except that I think it's pretty far.  Oh, I know he's in Heaven...If anyone is there, Mikey is.  But the truth is, I don't know where that is or how far away it is.  I just know that it's outside the reach of emails, phone calls, texts, Facebook and hugs.  Yes, I am one of those strange people that still posts on a deceased person's FB page.  Is that weird?  I don't know.  I guess it's putting what I want to say to him out in the ether, which is, I guess, kind of where he is.  So, who knows, maybe they do have FB in Heaven...Wouldn't that be lovely.

So, the dream I had was that I was at some enormous house with Mikey's wife.  I guess it was supposed to be their house, but you know how dreams warp reality.  Anyway, I saw him walking towards us, which kind of freaked me out.  His wife, however, just acted like this was a regular evening occurence.  Well, I spent a lot of time talking with Mikey last night in that dream.  Not about anything important--just shooting the breeze.  Strange--if Mike was really here, I would have a lot of things I would want to tell him (and ask him).  For sure, I would tell him how much I miss him.  I would (again) apologize for only visiting him once in the hospital.  I would (again) explain that it was, in part, due to the fact that I kept getting sick.  I would tell him that I am so sorry that he had to go through what he did..  I would let him know that his family misses him terribly, but that they are doing okay.  I would ask him what Heaven is like.  Of course, I would have to know if there was coffee and golf there.  I really don't think it would be Heaven for Mikey without those two "loves" of his.  But, in dreamworld, brought on by the lack of Paroxetine in my system, I can only seem to talk to him about things as trite as the weather, etc.  And not even the weather in Heaven at that.  And so, for a good part of today, I have had Mikey on the brain.  Of course, it doesn't help that I STILL haven't taken a pill, so my mood is suffering somewhat. 

And so, I decide well, since I can't write, or call, or text Mike (already posted on his FB wall), I will (again) send my thoughts into cyberspace.  Call it my online diary of sorts (and I hope my posts are not all so depressing).  I have to type all of my thoughts as I absolutely cannot stand to pick up a pen and do it the old-fashioned way.  And, who knows, maybe they have blogs in Heaven...

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