by Eric Rutulante • August 5th, 2010 • 6 Comments » • Eric's Blog, LymeBites Blog
I’ve recently had a picture of me up on Facebook that is pre-Lyme, I chose it on a day I needed to remember being “happy”. It was me, at a birthday party surrounded by all of my closest friends a few years ago, with a giant smile. I told people I used to smile all the time, always the life of the party and just full of life. I needed a reminder of that person as a goal to get back to it. Everyone LOVED the picture…except for 2 people. One said I had a creepy serial killer look, the other said it was just cheesy and she couldn’t stand to look at it. (Please know they both also told me they loved me and it wasn’t personal, and I didn’t take it personal.) But I had made a promise to keep that picture up for a while so I could be reminded of all the life still inside me, and why I gotta fight like crazy to get back to that person.
So today ended the period of time I had promised to keep it up, and I went looking for a new picture. Unfortunately, the 400-600 pictures I have on Facebook now all bore me, and I didn’t feel like going through the thousands of pictures that are scattered all over my hard drive to find a new one. That’s when I remembered MySpace. Some of you may also remember MySpace, it was what those of us on Facebook all day used to do before Facebook became “cool”. (Personally I think Facebook is just another tool in Oprah’s arsenal to eventually take over the world, but I’ll save that for another time.)
It took 7 tries to guess the correct password, which shows how long it’s been since I’ve signed on there. My last post, comment or anything was over a year ago. I clicked on photos and began searching for the picture I knew I wanted, an inappropriate one of me (of course) giving a certain gesture to the person taking the picture. I decided this was another good picture to show the real me, just without a smile.
But a funny thing happened….I saw all these pictures I hadn’t remembered seeing before. Some began to jog my memory, and I’d laugh remembering the good time that preceded that picture, or the friends in the picture who I don’t get to see anymore since becoming sick. I then got interested remembering that MySpace was “my space” back in the day. It was the place I could say or do anything, with no fear of offending or being taken the wrong way. I had complete control over who my “friends” were on there, as well as what parts of my profile could be seen.
I clicked on my first ever blog, and actually had to stop reading I was laughing so hard. I still have trouble believing it was me that wrote those things, that took those pictures, that left those comments…but I know it was. Several weeks ago I had a similar round of the memory game when I found about 600 pages of stuff I had written for the book I was working on before I got sick, only I had no memory of ever writing it. I had planned a post on memory loss after that happened, but apparently I forgot (unless of course I didn’t forget, in which case please remind me).
I was posting on Facebook about the hilariousness I was finding on my MySpace page, and a friend responded about the afternoon pictures I used to text out to all my friends, and how hilarious all my posts were back in the day. That’s about the same time it hit me…I don’t know who I was anymore.
Part of that is just the fact that the last 15 months have completely turned my life upside down. Being sick will do that to you. But more than that is the fact that I’m starting to lose the person I was. The fun person, the person full of life, the one that made people laugh – AKA the life of the party.
Maybe it’s better not remembering the past at this point in my journey, because it really saddens me. This disease has taken so much from me – I can’t accept the fact that it’s taking the life from me too.
Now, I have about 600 new Facebook “friends” who will read this and say “but Eric, you are the life of the party”. For those of you who’ve only known me since I’ve been sick, imagine what I was like when I WASN’T sick. The decline seems to happen so slowly with our health that we don’t always realize the change is happening. I suddenly feel the same way about my personality.
I joke that I’m going to be a different person when I’m better, I even suspect that the healthy version of me may actually have a French accent. I just hope I don’t lose the parts of me that I love to this illness.
Life changes us, so does being sick. Tonight though, was the first time I could really see how much it’s changed me, and not in the good way. I want the old me back, I want to be that guy again that always had so much fun in whatever I did. But I have to remind myself I am where I am right now at this very moment because this is where I’m supposed to be. It’s not fun, it’s not funny, it’s barely a life. But it’s what I’ve got to work with and use to fight to get myself back.
My point? I don’t have one. I’m just sharing a story, which is just another level on the journey of fighting this horrid disease. I remind myself daily that I have it pretty good compared to many, which saddens me more because I feel like I’m in a sh*thole of a situation. I can’t imagine what those others are going through if this is how I feel.
Part of my goal in starting this website is to share my story. It’s not always pretty, it’s not always funny, sometimes it just is. That’s all this post is, not to inspire you, not to make you laugh, not to make you feel bad for me. But to make you know that the effects of this disease are more than just the aches, pains and slow deterioration of your body. It’s just as brutal on your mind and your life as it is on your body.
On the bright side, with such gaps and loss of memory some days reviewing my life before May of 2009 is like reading a book for the first time. Some days I’m afraid I’m going to find out I’m really on a reality show and the life I think I lived was not mine at all. If not for the pictures to prove it I’d be more likely to think I’m being punked. Unfortunately I’m not, this is my life. Now the question is…what will I do with it from here?
Stay tuned to find out.