I was hit by something unexpected tonight.
When I got home from work, I turned on the live stream of the Emerald Ball to see where things were at. It was smooth heats, and in the first one was a couple I had competed against at VCC.
It’s hard to explain how I felt. I kept watching though probably I shouldn’t have, and it was more smooth multi-dances. I kept picturing how my routines would have fit on the floor, if I was able to compete in smooth anymore.
It affected me more than I realized, and stuck in my mind well past after I stopped watching.
I went to practice tonight, but things didn’t go well at all. I was working on my rumba which went fine, then waltz and little bit of samba, when suddenly I got hit with wave after wave of nausea that kept getting more intense. I could feel it building to a panic attack (also made no sense), so I decided to leave. I had dry heaves by my car (so grateful not to throw up in public!), but was hit with the attack by the time I got home.
My mind was racing with too many things, but I got to my medication and that helped calm me down. I was also able to take prescription medications for the nausea.
This was similar, yet different from Monday, but equally frustrating. Once again I am having to give into sickness.
I think watching just overwhelmed me more than I realized –it was smooth, a competition I really want to do, and it highlighted that besides missing smooth, I am missing competing in general. I don’t know when I will be able to do it again. October is the plan now, but it seems years away and whenever we set a goal that far away…it never materializes.
I think I have already just written off the idea of competing–I mean really competing outside of BC–as impossible.
It was a lot to come crashing into my mind tonight, I think. Just too much reality I am not yet ready to face. I feel like I have lost so much in the past two months and can barely hang on to what I have left.
But at least I have somethings.
The silver test is scheduled and paid for to take place next month. I hope nothing happens between now and then (and I can remember closed silver!).
Something small to hang onto while I miss others.
Perhaps I won’t be watching the rest of the emerald ball.