{"id":383,"date":"2006-01-14T15:20:28","date_gmt":"2006-01-15T00:20:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/2006\/01\/14\/suffocating\/"},"modified":"2006-01-14T16:24:55","modified_gmt":"2006-01-15T01:24:55","slug":"suffocating","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/2006\/01\/14\/suffocating\/","title":{"rendered":"Suffocating"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I feel like i&#8217;m suffocating today. I&#8217;m irritable and want nothing more then to crawl into bed and hide and not come out for a year, but at the same time the last thing on earth I want to do is sleep again. The dream might come back, and I don&#8217;t think I could take that. It lingers in the build up of tears behind my eyes, and pressure in my head and pain in my chest. I can&#8217;t breath for the ache that it brings, its like a stone is sitting on my chest and I can&#8217;t move. It takes effort to reach the keyboard, to type, to move, to think.<\/p>\n<p><!--more|inline--><\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t normally remember what I dream at all &#8211; let alone clearly &#8211; so why did THIS one have to stick with me? He came back. Dead since august, suddenly he came back &#8211; even he couldn&#8217;t explain it, it just was. It was the same as ever, he was laughing and joking and so much The Asshole I always knew and loved. He surprised those here, he took me to work and surprised his boss, everyone welcomed him back with open arms&#8230;.<\/p>\n<p>&#8230;except me. I kept saying &#8220;but your DEAD.&#8221; and he kept waving it off. And then i was thinking &#8220;But what about the Social Security? How will I pay bills?&#8221; and he waved that off too, saying he&#8217;d go back to work, just before disappearing to play chess with a buddy leaving me to fend for myself, alone, at his work place. So I found my cell phone (which apparently I&#8217;d lost, as well as one of my boots&#8230;) and kept trying to call TBF but he wasn&#8217;t answering and there was no signal, and I kept just trying to figure out why he was back and how, and what I was going to do now. Practicality suggested he couldn&#8217;t go back to work because, hello, dead guys don&#8217;t have id and such! but everyone was so happy to see him and talk to him and have him there &#8211; but all I would think about was &#8220;what the hell am I supposed to do NOW? I had just gotten everything figured out! WHY can&#8217;t he just STAY GONE?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>And then I woke up &#8211; feeling guilty, and angry and in pain. Sigh. I know he&#8217;s not coming back. Why do\/did I feel so guilty in being the practical one in the dream in demanding answers? Part of me felt i should accept it, the other practical part of me demanded to know how I was going to fix this new bobble in my &#8216;taking care of me and the kids&#8217; plans.<\/p>\n<p>I was angry too &#8211; that he&#8217;d come back and fucked everything up. Then I was angry at myself because I couldn&#8217;t be happy that he was back, that I couldn&#8217;t just accept this as a solution to everything&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>I know, it was just a dream, but it&#8217;s left me unsettled and off kilter today. I just want to crawl in a hole for a week\/month\/year or two. All i can do is force myself to move today. To finish some work, to finish hanging some pictures, to just&#8230; move.<br \/>\nAnd i just got OFF the rag &#8211; what is this, P(OST)MS? Ugh.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I feel like i&#8217;m suffocating today. I&#8217;m irritable and want nothing more then to crawl into bed and hide and not come out for a year, but at the same time the last thing on earth I want to do is sleep again. The dream might come back, and I don&#8217;t think I could take [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-383","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-emotional"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/383","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=383"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/383\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=383"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=383"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=383"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}