Aw, lamb. What My Sister The Novelist calls "a novelist's imagination" -- which has almost nothing to do with characterization and pacing and only everything in the whole wide world to do with hypothesizing simultaneous mutually-exclusive catastrophes.
On the plus side, I'm looking forward to seeing how you personify your esophagus. I mean, Mental Illness desecrating the milk, no problem -- I'm sure you could even create a fairly perky pancreas. But a clenched esophagus? I look, as I say, forward.
Poor Joss. Y' reckon Brain and Mental Illness could work out an equitable arrangement with this new guy, Esophagal Clench? Like maybe only making appearances when you need to clear out all those people in line ahead of you at the grocery store? Maybe there's a for-throats-only version of Ativan. Would E.C. go for that?
On the other hand, Esophagas Clench sounds like a Harry Potter character. Is he going to be the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?
Oh dear sweet Joshilyn! The price one pays to be a brilliant writer.
I am in no way trying to come across as Tom Cruise and his psychiatry is bunk/couch-jumping antics, but I too have suffered from the whole my body sucks and why can't I stop worrying fiascos and it wasn't until I really understood yoga that I finally got past it. It taught me that all that wackiness is really outside me, and that panic is just chemicals doing weird things in my body. Now it's like: hey, look, some cellulite! Hey, look, wanna see my half moon?
I always feel like such a hippie flake with quinoa sprouts growing out of my ears when I tout yoga, but it really changed my life. Not that there aren't other solutions, but this is the one that worked for me and I wanted to share with you. Children and febrile seizures are DEFINITELY a reason for panic mode, but a dear sweet person like yourself shouldn't have to deal with mental illness demons on a regular basis.
'kay, I gotta go down to the commune now and rinse out my menstrual rags with Moonbeam and Freedom. Peace. xox Katie
Katie, if she wants to deal with those imaginary mental illness demons resulting in the staged chemical imbalance leading to her withdrawal into a rocking fetal position chewing her shirt sleeve it's her choice to do so. At least she's not taking medication or zipping herself into a plastic bubble or trying to feed the baby tofu. She seems fine to me without your urging to try yoga. Tape up the doors and windows, feed the newts to the ferret and I'll see you at home.
Joss! Fling the dern kudzu offa yer neck why doncha? That'll stop that clenched feelin' once ya get that heap offa ya! How many times I gotta tell ya stay outta the kudzu? Just stay outta the kudzu. Dang kids don't ever listen to me...
Dammit, now I want a clenched esophagus. All I've got are panic attacks. I'll sell 'em to ya, CHEAP! :D
Sounds like Brain and Mental Illness need to get together and go bowling.
PLEASE do not let Mental Illness pee in the milk, even if it is only Brain's figurative milk, because MILK is part of the Sacred Dairy Pantheon (or, as my mother says whenever she sips some fine vintage moo-juice, "ah... Drink of the Gods...").
Let Mental Illness pee in Brain's Fresca, or iced tea/chai latte, or dish soap bottle. I DO NOT CARE about them. But just not the milk.
I am so very sorry to hear about the evil Kegeling esophagus. Impending doom vibes SUCK, no matter what the physical manifestation is. Also, airplanes:Cornelia as dentists:Joshilyn. Except dentists:Cornelia isn't exactly a happy marriage, either. Hypnosis (for like, a month) helped with the airplanes (and I feel like a HUGE WIFFLE-HEAD admitting that publicly). Still hate flying, but now I don't barf and sob while hugging random strangers in the "gate" waiting lounge, muttering the Lord's Prayer.
THERE's an attractive picture, huh?
Oh, Cornelia, the Kegeling esophagus. Brilliant.
Joshilyn, my therapist once asked me, "How often do you imagine worst case scenarios?" I looked at her like SHE was the one with Mental Illness. "All the time, of course," I replied. I was shocked to learn that not everyone's Brains are constantly computing WCSs. But some Brains just can't help it.
Glad heart and MI are okay.
Edgy, who in their right mind DOESN'T calculate WCSs??? I mean, what if there were, like, a tidal wave, or meningitis like on PBS last night...
Have I said here yet that my Grandmama Read used to tell these awful worst-case-shaggy-dog stories, extrapolating onto whatever someone was worried about, which always ended, "and then you'll get to the hospital and the anesthesia won't work"?
Never heard one in person, only have Cousin Mark's word for it, so I'm not sure whether she was making fun of paranoia in her children or just hijacking family members' WCS fantasies... probably both.
You know it COULD be worse, Joshilyn. This blog could be part of your medical records. Now THAT would be a WCS of gigantic proportions... But look on the bright side! Look at all that alone time you'd have to write in that nice, quiet, padded, cell. Just you, and your very own kegeling, spastic, clenching, unforgiving, mentally ill esophagas, putting lots of commas, in every sentence, if you wanted, cause you're mentally ill, and, you, can, if you, want.
Are you sure it isn't Brain who is afraid of dentists instead of Mental Illness? Because I think being afraid of dentists is very sane and sensible. Dentists are SESS.(SadisticEvilSatanSpawn) I mean, come on...it's not like you're afraid of fluffy bunnies or something, right?
I'm sorry to hear about the clenching esophagus, but glad you aren't having heart attacks.
Also, I'm compelled to point out that Esophagal Clench would be a good name for a rock band.
Esophagal Clench is a plumbing tool. Mir, back me up here...
DebR - FLUFFY BUNNIES!!!! ARGH!!!!! Don't you know about their Sharp. Pointy. Teeth.!!!
Esophagal Clench as a medical issue - not so good.
Esophagal Clench as a plumbing tool - Oh yeah baby...especially if there is a hot plumber involved...and chocolate...and whipped cream...and...um....LOOK...over there...something shiny!!
Mir, are you making a note of this? Mir? I think those leaks are back on your ceiling up there aren't they? See that? Over there? Mir? Doesn't that guy Chip need to see about this? Oh what a tangled web we strangle in...when we dare to read Joshilyn's blog every day... Maybe we can get a group rate for therapy.
Dosing out the seeds of Mental Illness illness has become the standard base of American advertising. Resulting in these basic facts of female life...
Three sizes smaller is always the best size. I will always need to lose twenty pounds more, regardless (yeah as if I could any weight) of any massive poundage I could lose. What is sane about that?
How in the heck can I lose weight when I waited until 42 to quit smoking, and went pre-men -tal -osal at the same time? They (you know they) said it should last 2 to 4 years, at the time they told me this I'd been into it two years, sanly figured I had four more ahead of me. That was seven years - and 60 pounds ago. What is sane about that? And I had just gotten into a size 8 for the first time since 6th grade, now I'm a size - elastic waist. All the crying curdled my milk and just made my eyes puffy - like anything on me needs to get puffier. Now if my but size and my shoe size were the same I'd wear at ten and lust for an eight. And I'd still be unhappy. What is sane about that?
Any thing over 6 and a half is a banana boat of a shoe - and there isn't a cute enough shoe in the world without a 3 inch heel that will make them look any smaller. What is sane about that? But, gosh, despite being 5'11" I love 3 inch heels. Now really there is nothing sane about that.
And now you tell me there is something that kegels involuntarily? Where I need to kegel doesn't, and what doesn't need to will? What is sane about that?
Pass the fiber please, and I'll take another bowl of ice cream. ;)
Egad those are so PAINFUL! I have them sometimes too and was wondering if that's what it was from your description.... OW! Mine last a couple hours - I hope yours are shorter. Same painkiller for cramps (trusty Midol) will help - if you can get it down.
There is nothing sane about ANYTHING in this blog topic... The voices in my head told me so.
Wow, sounds so much like Grandmother J.
I can completely sympathize with you. I suffer the same malady. It is common with a little disease called Acid Reflux AND/OR GERD. Ask for some cool little pills called Hycosamine. They use it a lot for coniditions like this. It will ease the "CLENCH" during times of the clenching.