Sunday, March 30, 2008

two pieces of ridiculously colored paper traveled along to my physician.
was this experience of exposure fattening or merely permitted to mask another subject?
mm-hmm.
AND this event also strategically thwarted the discomfortable doorman.

all of these are purposely lame lank flat and hidden from my signature but gallery types want slide submissions which would be terribly embarrassing for me to provide right now

resident doctor #4 was very engaged
(mechanical)
(fluid)
(who squirmed at noodles and then said pho)
AND profoundly focused on depicted joints until admitting he had been derailed.


the cyclical problem of disintegration has sunk about as much as it can/ consider this level of self hatred and how it always returns to refuse the self a name or pronoun/ AND how once a decade flipped over without using the words i or me/ consider how this blog is a brace/ AND in times of EYE and flagrantme, important to be seen as one.

EYE don't mind the current atrophy/ EYE love the precision of the prison/ EYE don't want to come out sick comfort/ EYE am scared to the point of the whitelight to let it go/ EYE imagine the loss and immediately feel the squelch.

so, now i must force myself to do uncomfortable things--
leaving the footprints
forever carry the concept of "i" as "me" rather than "i" as "we" in that desperate effort to protect a stranger from feeling left out.

consider how to restrict the emotion, since those unfamiliar with the daily metaphor are apt to misinterpret that which appears to be a blog about me.


ocd/anorexia:
omnipresent appearance of combined forces
perhaps a battle between the two.


consider: none are available to me / there are too many places to begin.


Monday, March 24, 2008

heart and hand, six years away from a frame
heart not head, with hand

the metaphorical divide:
heart/head | cognition/affect

AND perhaps something unnerving about veins.


"c'mon world, give me some information. i'm dying here..."

not really.
well, i was...

information is required to keep me afloat rather than to end any variety of anxiety. "the process is slow," i keep stating, ignoring the true frustration of eggs and illicit baskets. my life. their decision. it's only temporary but i no longer stand wicker splinters or the threat.


the impending answer will serve as the point where i officially leave the term "disability" behind me. this term has stuck around and unfairly appears in times of doubt. i am still sick and shut off- can't yet write about anything. these last months of depression are unbearable. it is going to be weird to throw the crutch of agoraphobia away rather than store it in the closet... weird to not have to command extra attention and additional choices.

it was exciting to think i wanted to eliminate the concept of "disability" for good, but as time passes, excitement changes into fear. The Doubt is catching up-- i don't have long until "disabled" starts to sound safe again.

there is an inability to articulate this-- throwing away the crutch is permanent. i will not give up being disabled while holding the idea that i can attach the same disability in the future. going and doing, no matter the level or wage, means what if only temporary? my acceptance of daily out-of-the-house employment will render my disability dead, and this is [...many happy words describing elated feelings that i don't know how to properly use without sounding sarcastic...]. the idea of freedom after too much restriction/doubt is emotionally overwhelming.

technically, i have relieved myself of the term "disability" simply by following through the entire two year application, testing, and employment process. this is my last chance for an allowance. "i need a confirmation prior to deciding to abandon the definition in full." if i am not appointed, it is, but perhaps it wouldn't be imperative to try again. perhaps, i would use the allowance to claim 'ailment' and stay home.


oh, hurry please. the combination of time and worry is definitely working fast to reinforce the idea that "disability" can be a security rather than the most unsafe place for me to be.


Sunday, March 23, 2008

it has taken, i swear, ten days to come down from this interview.

panic attacks and adrenaline rushes became entertaining since they pounced on the wrong side of fear. visual disturbances were unsettling, as they should be, until resident doctor #4 adequately revealed their metaphor.

now what happens?
*shrugs*
the process is slow.

the patterns of history reveal that ocd and anorexia will now do their best to structure and mask this limping expanse of uninformed time.


Wednesday, March 12, 2008

well, i arrived-- it wasn't horrible.
in fact, i believe i responded very well.
it's taken me awhile to come down from yesterday.

last night, after i had been home for a few hours, the panic attacks started. the last two weeks have been filled with dread and doubt, but without racing thoughts. there has been no endless chatter keeping me awake. consider how the majority of fear and anxiety had been held off and only showed up after this interview date ended. consider the cadence here, and how careful, if not delicate, this entry reads.

one interesting fact learned is that a position with this agency will be a job for life. there is the option of resignation, but they would never be in a situation to end my involvement. if offered, the security of the agency would be available not just for five years, but twelve... twenty... thirty years from now if desired.

this was strange to hear-- it immediately closed off a gigantic spectrum of apprehension. over the last few years, i have been seeking out, but was never expected to actually locate a level of safety, responsibility, or loyalty i could trust. it was predetermined to be impossible.

it was no surprise, that upon finally stumbling into a confirmation of long term security, i somewhat cried on the drive home. where does one find this level of protection outside of a parent? my father, it has been mentioned, is mentally ill-- even during my most protected times as a child i was perpetually on guard. it is simultaneously confusing and relieving to consider trusting this engagement if offered.

i don't know what happens now-- they have other candidates. one of the women on the panel, perhaps intentionally, let it slip that i have had extremely high scores. apparently my rank was third on the original exam and then highest on every test since then. that which drives me only hears "third" and refuses to acknowledge "out of the original applicant pool of 25,000." other applicants had preferential credits and i only provided a very limited experience. "first ever since" should inspire a pleasant shock rather than the cold. "third out of 25,000 applicants" means nothing since that pool was immediately reduced to 1000. even if outside of my domain, leading a pack of 1000, then 100, and then the final five or six is never expected to be unreasonable.

perhaps, it is important to push back that fact of "third out of 25,000" just as i did with the previous weeks of anxiety. perhaps if i didn't, i would have to acknowledge __________.


Tuesday, March 11, 2008

No matter the mess, I need to remember that my attendance secures the answer key for next time.


"...notice that I am extremely underweight, and that, combined with the anxiety of presenting myself to this panel, may incorrectly lead you to believe I am introverted. Not true. I am a person who skydives. I am a foreign business owner who can successfully transact in the absence of democracy and accountability. It is not considered extraordinary when I...”

Unfortunately, none of my scripts fit this morning's rubric.

Okay, here it goes.
I don’t know what in the hell to say to these people.
Ten people, I think. All at once.
Each with a strategic question specifically designed to rattle me.

The obsession, as always... I am infinitely qualified in domains which lack a tidy value system, but also imagine I must be fairly weak “on paper” for this endeavor. AND my reference might be a famous federal judge but he is impossibly unreachable.

None of this matters.
If they didn't want me, I wouldn't be invited, etc...

It's been a two year process.
This is my final interview.


Monday, March 10, 2008

tomorrow is doomsday.

AND what's frustrating is that i applied for this doomsday.

the worst part isn't that i am going to live through it, rather, that the experience of living through it will be felt.