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YouTube

I haven’t been writing a lot. At least not this week. I’ve been exploring different creative and painless ways of filling my days. I’ve gone back to YouTube and it’s been fun for the past few days. Who knows how long I will be able to keep it up, but I’ve made a couple new videos that I’m proud of. I’m also a Tweeter, of sorts, and am on that Instagram thing. CandiceChetta is always my screen name because, you know, uniformity. Anyway. Little update.

Here’s a video with a big update.

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCkoapOWfNZj6dgc5RzCyMww

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Herniated Discs

It’s almost like living a nightmare, realizing that the rest of your life doesn’t look anything like you thought it would. Like you wanted it to look. More horrifying, not only does your life no longer resemble something familiar, you can’t even see what it looks like. You have no idea. All you know is it hurts every day from the moment you wake up to the moment you try to fall asleep.

The one fluid part of my diagnosis was the herniated discs — Doctors didn’t want to say that they had actually herniated because all they had to go off of was an X ray — which really didn’t tell them anything at all. The report indicated herniated, but the films didn’t, really. At least, that’s what I was told. That was my takeaway, from one spinal surgeon (Professor Doctor) and one DO (Director Doctor). No one wanted to say, “You don’t have herniated discs,” because the fact of the matter was they had no idea. “HAVE A NICE TIME IN PHYSICAL THERAPY!”

It’s not a fluid diagnosis any longer. It’s been utterly and horrifically confirmed through the MRI I had a week or so ago that I have two herniated discs, and impediment on my nerve causing me searing pain. I also have a cyst on the outside of my spine, and some kind of legion on the inside. I still don’t necessarily know what any of this means, as I read the report myself through my patient portal online. Tuesday is my appointment with a doctor who will tell me what my future looks like and what all of this means for me.

Moratorium.

I have desperately been trying to avoid social media in the last few days. My pain has been bad and I find that every single time I’m doing the cycle on my phone (Gmail, Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, Snapchat, repeat repeat repeat…) I get more and more anxious. Reading posts on Facebook almost immediately makes me anxious, sad and angry. It doesn’t matter if I agree or disagree, I just do not seem to be able to handle reality outside of my own kind of tiny, currently dark world. My anxiety and anger, sadness and frustration only feed into the discomfort.

It’s so hard right now to stop myself from a quick CMD+T to check Facebook. For what? For what?? 

I am always in the apartment. Standing in line for anything is enough for the pain to come and ruin the rest of my day, maybe week. There isn’t anything too close to our home right now. The nearest coffeeshops and so forth are roughly a half a mile away, which used to mean nothing to me. I used to walk to work, 3 miles every day. At this time 2 years ago, I was jogging home with my backpack, 1.7 miles 3 days a week. Now, even a short walk in the wrong shoes can lead to later agonized immobility. I AM SO FRUSTRATED. If I do get out of the house, for a doctors appointment or something, I can’t even keep up with a New York pace any longer. I take short, careful and measured steps. I have a steady pace and think about every step. Curbs are often a challenge. A step down taken too hard can be the end of my journey. Sometimes it feels like the only thing I can do is surf the web — checking the same sites over and over again. It provides almost complete and utter, empty brained distraction.

I feel broken, socially. I feel like I have nothing to share, give. It feels difficult to provide conversation. I’m not sure, when someone asks me how I am doing, if they really want to hear my answer. At the same time, the fear of missing out is so real. I miss being at the bar, at our favorite haunts, with our wonderful friends. I miss being ridiculous. I miss dancing. I’ve only really been laid up about 5 or 6 months, but it’s really put some shit into perspective. I feel so silly for not moving more when it didn’t hurt so bad. Things like standing in lines has been throwing out my back for around 8 years, now. But at least back then I could still dance, run, somersault, swim, jump, play and wiggle. I want a magic cure, I want a time machine,  I want to feel like a normal person.

I can’t even begin to imagine what people who have been in worse pain for longer are going through.

Fuck, what a thought.

Even the projects I do want to start, that could potentially keep me busy, are seemingly impossibly out of reach. See, it turns out that doing stuff actually costs money. And when you can’t work or walk, money gets super tight and those kind of things go out the window. You are mopping the floor with dish soap — you aren’t buying podcast equipment or books for law school. Or even applying for law school, because it turns out that that costs a buttload of cash, too. It just adds to the cycle, the stagnation, the sometimes overwhelming feeling of failure and frustration.

Man, this has been pretty therapeutic, really. If someone actually reads this, thanks. Just going through it right now, hypothetical dudes.

Scared.

I’m not sure when it happened or why, I’m not even sure there was a particular catalyst that ended my prolific content assault on the internet. One day I woke up and it just felt really hard to be honest and open online.

When I first joined the internet, it was through AOL. My screen name was CandyJRT. I lived in chat rooms and quickly started seeking out social websites to join like Bolt and, later on, LiveJournal. I made friends over AOL Instant Messenger when I was 16 that lived on other other side of the country that stayed so relevant in my life that they wound up in my wedding just a few months ago. I got in all kinds of arguments on Bolt — from reproductive rights to right to die laws. At one point, getting into flame wars with strangers online was my one singular joy. I would be up all night, and wake up before the sun. Then it was Gay.com, fighting with the troll bigots that would sneak onto the site just to abuse people. I was barely sleeping. But DAMN I was writing like 5 or 6 posts a day. Forget about it when MySpace came around. THE SURVEYS.

I don’t think I can name the one thing that happened that changed my online world because I think it was a number of things.

There was, first, that inevitable growing-up time, with all of it’s associated pains. Lots of people tend to lose some of their very best friends in their early twenties. People grow in different directions, others move, goals change, loves change, life experiences happen and judgements are made and we all say a bunch of stupid shit to each other. On the other side you come out the stronger for it and surrounded, hopefully, by those that were always supportive and loving. This period of your life, however, can be made particularly strange with the invention and connection of social media. I changed LiveJournals 3 or 4 times, back then. I’ve edited privacy settings from public to private more times than I could possibly count, for phantom reasons. Then there was that whole Facebook thing that really spoiled everything that was wonderful about the internet. Suddenly parents, aunts, uncles, grandparents, family friends, cousins, teachers, pastors, exes, choir directors, school administrators and everyone else was on the web that you wouldn’t necessarily let in on every aspect on your life — especially your internet life.

When I first got on the internet it was because I was a HUGE FUCKING NERD. The “cool” kids weren’t asking if you were on AIM during my freshman year of high school. The “cool” kids weren’t teaching themselves basic HTML and building geocities websites or creating custom LiveJournal layouts and pretending to by Britney Spears in their spare time. There wasn’t even a word for that, yet! Catfishing? Jesus. People looked at you like you were some kind of freak if you spent all of your spare hours staring into a screen chatting with people you’ve never met in real life. It was a safe haven for weirdos, before cyberbullying blew up. It was where I made some life long friends. I bonded with people in real life, learning how to take apart our PCs and put them back together again. A trip to Fry’s was a treat, purchasing an upgraded video card or a new monitor.

But, everything’s so easy now. Macs really changed the accessibility game and they’re still at it today. I still think there could be a swing back toward PCs, it’s just a matter of hitting on something magic. That’s what happened to Apple with the iPod, because lord knows it wasn’t the candy colored iMac that brought them back in to the mainstream. So, now, everyone calls themselves a nerd, sometimes “ironically”. Everyone is on the internet, all the time. There is no tight community, there is only now a virtual representation of the most fucked up parts of real world, concentrated on several huge, epic social networks. Bullies alongside language policing and “you shouldn’t really post that on Facebook”s and all kinds of other garbage clog the flow of information. A lot of us used to say things on the internet and DARE anyone to come for us on the subject. Now, I just don’t feel the same way about it all. Some people do. I don’t.

Like, my dad used to think that every single person I talked to on the internet was a phony. And before he passed away he was cruising his smart phone like nobody’s business. I woke up yesterday to an alert that my mother had joined Twitter.

Anyway, what I’m trying to say is I experience a lot of anxiety and fear when I sit down with the intention of writing in a public blog, now. This is especially true if it’s something that other people will have equally strong, but dissenting opinions in regards to the matter being discussed. It just so figures I would be most passionate in situations of injustice and inequality. It’s not like that gets people all fired up or anything.

I figure I better end this because those feelings are creeping up on me and I don’t want to back down. So I’m going to schedule this post and move on to something else in my day.