{"id":18090,"date":"2017-09-26T00:10:44","date_gmt":"2017-09-26T04:10:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/zeezoey.com\/blog\/?p=18090"},"modified":"2017-09-25T22:23:45","modified_gmt":"2017-09-26T02:23:45","slug":"surviving-irma-and-the-emotional-trauma-of-putting-life-back-together","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/zeezoey.com\/blog\/surviving-irma-and-the-emotional-trauma-of-putting-life-back-together\/","title":{"rendered":"Surviving Irma and the Emotional Trauma of Putting Life Back Together"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Seeing scary images like this on your TV screen is not uncommon during hurricane season. This one was Irma’s path 2 days before she was expected to hit South Florida. Photo from Fox News.<\/p><\/div>\n

Living in Florida since 1994, I\u2019ve been through my share of Mother Nature at her worst. 1999 alone gave us Hurricane Floyd, Tropical Storm Harvey, and Hurricane Irene. 2004 brought Hurricane Charley and 2005 was the year of Hurricane Wilma \u2013 a hurricane that destroyed much of South Florida, knocking my power out for two weeks during sweltering temperatures and destroying my fence and trees, as well as cracking the front windshield of my car and damaging the roof of my house.<\/p>\n

That said, you\u2019d think I\u2019d be better equipped to handle the aftermath of Hurricane Irma, the beast who came barreling into South Florida on September 10. Especially considering, unlike Wilma, Dan and I miraculously didn\u2019t lose power like thousands of other people did, and while we did have property damage and our water main broke, it could have been far worse.<\/p>\n

I think much of it\u2019s due to Hurricane Fatigue. Prior to the arrival of a hurricane, you feel an overwhelming sense of dread of the unknown, eating away at your mind nearly 24\/7 in anticipation of something horrific that potentially could change your life. It\u2019s on the news for weeks prior, causing a heightened sense of anxiety and gnawing pit in your stomach. It\u2019s all anyone talks about at work. It\u2019s all your out-of-state family talks about with the constant checking in with phone calls and text messages of concern. It\u2019s the overwhelming love and support of your friends on social media who are terrified for your safety. And it\u2019s the surrealism around you \u2013 the forever din in the background of people putting up hurricane shutters, the empty shelves in the grocery stores, the blocks-long lines at the gas station. And those scary words uttered over and over, relentlessly, day and night, by every media outlet: potentially catastrophic.<\/p>\n

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This was a typical scene at the bread isle of any grocery store in South Florida in preparation for Irma.<\/p><\/div>\n

Hysteria sets in, competing against time, beginning with the gathering of emergency supplies like flashlights, canned human and cat food, batteries, cat litter, and bottled water. Cars needed to be filled up with gas, portable devices charged, money withdrawn from the bank, important legal documents secured, cat carriers accessed and more. Your home then needs to be secured, because anything left outside can become a lethal weapon. For Dan and I, because we have a large piece of property, it took us days to bring yard ornaments, patio furniture, and plants into our garage, and because it was brutally hot out, and we\u2019re not as young as we used to be, it was a daunting task.<\/p>\n

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Just a small smattering of some of the stuff piled up in our garage that we carried in from outside.<\/p><\/div>\n

We also don\u2019t have hurricane shutters, something we will be investing in, and it was a nail-biting, race to the finish to have plywood put on our windows by night\u2019s end Friday, as Irma was scheduled to hit some time on Sunday and we needed to be in our safe place on Saturday. Dan had co-worker\u2019s help and while we were eternally grateful for the assistance, it was a nerve wracking experience. One gentleman brought his wife \u2013 someone I had never met \u2013 and after some nervous small talk, we sat down to watch the news together in the living room. The windows were boarded up by this point and the room was dark except for an eerie glow emitting from the TV. Terrifying images of Hurricane Andrew from 1992 flashed on the screen. Hurricane Andrew was a Category 5 hurricane, the most destructive hurricane to ever hit Florida. The weatherman told us with complete certainty, that Irma would be far worse than this historically epic hurricane.<\/p>\n

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With our living room windows boarded up, the house had a dark, foreboding feeling to it.<\/p><\/div>\n

As it was, I still had heartbreaking images in my head of the people suffering in the wake of Hurricane Harvey in Texas and that\u2019s when reality sunk in. She and I both burst into tears and held one another. It was a very emotional day across the board \u2013 lots of love, tears, anger, shortness of words, temper flare-ups, hugs, and apologies wrapped up into one long, angst-ridden day. By this time, we were no longer boarding up the house with the intention of staying to ride out the storm, we were boarding up hoping to salvage what we could, fully expecting our home would be demolished.<\/p>\n

The last minute change of plans was an enormous relief. Dan was told we could take the cats with us and hunker down at the building where he worked, as it was a concrete structure and would be much safer than our house. We were going to head over Saturday afternoon and that\u2019s when I saw my life with complete clarity. Imagine this scenario \u2013 you\u2019re given the time to pack one suitcase and a box. Besides your emergency hurricane kit of supplies and human and cat food, litter, and water, what do you bring?<\/p>\n

It was far simpler than I imagined as I walked through each room of the house taking mental inventory. I packed the ashes of my angels Jazz, Harley, Bandit and Bailey, along with the picture of my angel, Kit. Photo albums of my two boys when they were babies, a family tree photo album my mom put together for me of relatives from days gone by, a backup hard drive of everything on my computer, some clothes, an heirloom ring from my great-grandmother, toiletries, and some personal files. And true to myself, I also grabbed a pair of my trademark cat ears and a signed copy of a book I had from Julie Newmar, the original Cat Woman. That\u2019s what my life amounted to with the luxury of being given the time to choose.<\/p>\n

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This is where we keep all our memorial items – everything was grabbed and packed up.<\/p><\/div>\n

We woke up on Saturday to check the path of Irma and saw the slightest glimmer of hope – she appeared to be jogging slightly west. We decided to wait for the 11:00 a.m. advisory before we rounded up our feline gang to head out, possibly saying goodbye to our home for the last time. At 11:00 a.m. Irma was still moving westward, so we decided to wait for the 2:00 p.m. advisory. By 4:00 p.m., with minute-by-minute updates from our trusted weatherman who indicated Irma was lessening in intensity, we made the decision to create a safe room in our bedroom and stay home. It\u2019s not that we glibly assumed we would feel no effects from Irma, or that we felt our home would not incur damage, it\u2019s that we felt for the long-term duration, we would rather be holed up with the cats in our house, as opposed to an unfamiliar place where we might be stuck for days before we could get back home.<\/p>\n

Uprooting seven cats, loading them into a car, keeping them in carriers in a strange setting \u2013 for hours and days on end would have caused them enormous, long-lasting stress and trauma. We had the windows boarded up on the outside of the safe room. We put cushions on the windows on the inside and reinforced them with sturdy furniture. We had a closet in the room with all the carriers and emergency supplies, and we created a cozy and functional cocoon to spend the night.<\/p>\n

It was a long night, but for the most part, we fared okay. We had several cat beds on the floor of the bedroom and dragged in their favorite rug so they would feel a sense of familiarly. I fed them dinner in the room and they seemed to take it in stride we\u2019d be spending the night that way. Zoey, however, had a significant moment of panic. Being a purebred Bengal with a wild bloodline, she didn\u2019t take too well to being closed in (despite that theoretically, she sleeps next to me all night long, the only difference, the door is kept open). She howled over and over in extreme distress, in an ear-piercing yelp of a meow that she wanted OUT. I tried sleeping with her on the floor, but nothing calmed her. Dan eventually let her out to stay with her in the living room and she gratefully slept with him on the couch the remainder of the night.<\/p>\n

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There was no adequate lighting for this picture, but you can see the cats eating dinner on the floor and bed of the safe room we created in our bedroom.<\/p><\/div>\n

We let the rest of the cats out in the morning after checking the weather report, with the understanding if we felt threatened; we would bring them back into the bedroom. We were glued to the TV, watching non-stop, live coverage of where Irma was at all times. It was hard to focus on much of anything else. Technically we could have been playing board games, or I could have got caught up on blogging, or a hundred other things, but it was impossible to focus on anything except the news coverage.<\/p>\n

It was a long, exhausting day. The wind howled with no breaks in-between. It rained on and off and the sky was an intimidating pea-green\/grey color. The surrealism was interrupted by ear-piercing, jarring notifications of tornadoes in the area (16 in total) and when we finally got the official word at 5:09 p.m. that the worst of Irma had past us, Dan and I wearily celebrated with a champagne toast and much of the rest of the night was spent texting loved ones back and forth that we were okay.<\/p>\n

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I will never forget the moment when we were finally told the worst of Irma was over for us. At this point we had lost cable and were watching the news on Dan’s computer. Now I was a wreck worrying about friends and family on the west coast.<\/p><\/div>\n

When we woke up Monday, we still had power, but our cable was still out and we had no Internet. By this point, I was in a fog. After being glued to the news for weeks, we had lost communication. We had friends and family on the west coast of Florida. How were they faring? Were people worrying about us? When would we have to go back to work? Did the Hemingway cats in Key West survive? It was a very unsettling feeling, being that disconnected.<\/p>\n

Both of my sons and my mom live in South Florida and I was worried about them, too. They all had decided to stay at my oldest son\u2019s house and thankfully they were okay. They lost power and had significant tree damage, but they were safe. We were under mandatory curfew for the morning and once it was okay to go outside we assessed the damage \u2013 nothing too serious – but it still would equate to massive amounts of physical labor in brutally hot temperatures, cleaning up the debris. To put it into perspective, I typically walk about 11,000 steps a day on my Fitbit. On Monday, I walked 21,000. My youngest son ended up coming to stay with us (along with his cat) on Tuesday, until his power came back late Friday night and he was a Godsend for Dan and me, helping with the cleanup.<\/p>\n

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This tree was from my oldest son’s yard – it was completely uprooted and destroyed his fence.<\/p><\/div>\n

By all rights, I should be okay. The cats weathered the storm like champs. Truthfully, I think they thrived during the hurricane. Having Dan and I with them for days on end is not a luxury they typically see and they thoroughly enjoyed our company. Our damage was minimal, relatively speaking, and all of my friends and family survived. I was only without the internet and cable for a few days, and anything I lost outside can grow back again.<\/p>\n

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This was Zee, Zoey, Mia, Peanut, and Rolz a few days after the hurricane. As you can see, clearly they are not stressed out.<\/p><\/div>\n

It\u2019s the after affects that have gotten me. I believe I\u2019m experiencing PTSD and I\u2019m having extreme difficulty getting back into the swing of life. I nearly forgot Zee\u2019s 12th birthday on September 7th, and 9\/11, a day I always pay my respects to, came and went without any ceremony, as I was doing yard work. I\u2019ve lost my creative center. I have trouble remembering what day it is. I have trouble connecting thoughts. I\u2019m excessively tired. I wander through each room of the house, a reminder of what could have happened, as I see belongings of mine wrapped in plastic or sealed in Ziploc bags to preserve the contents.<\/p>\n

I feel withdrawn and tired. It hits me so much in life is just stuff. I\u2019ve become obsessed with cleaning the clutter from my life \u2013 I\u2019ve got clothes in my closet I will never, ever wear again. Why do I keep them? And drawers filled with odds and ends \u2013 some items are over twenty years\u2019 old, bizarre things I doubt I would ever need in any lifetime. All of them are collected and an instant decision is made – the once “must keep” item is either rashly tossed to the trash or put to the side for Goodwill.<\/p>\n

Massive piles of brown, deadened debris line our streets, withering away, waiting to be picked up by waste management. Grocery shelves remain intermittently stocked. Our house was dark and claustrophobic until recently, as we didn’t want to take down the plywood on our windows, in fear of what could come and there are hints of broken everywhere you look.<\/p>\n

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Piles of debris like ours line streets everywhere. What once had hits of green have become brown and withered.<\/p><\/div>\n

The world continues to frighten me with alarming frequency, too. Images from the aftermath of Irma in the Keys. The continuing suffering of Hurricane Harvey victims. The tragedy of the earthquake in Mexico. Hurricane Maria devastation in Puerto Rico. Missiles in North Korea. And then I see it on Facebook \u2013 so many people and pets have passed away in the past couple of weeks. All of it breaks my heart and weighs me down. I suppose back when Wilma and the other hurricanes hit, it was a different world then. Social media didn\u2019t give you a minute-by-minute play of life around the world, so maybe that\u2019s contributing to my anxieties, too. I just know too much. And back then life was more physical. Interactions with people were primarily face-to-face, with a friendly comradery, but now most everything is online. But despite the gloom, I also know I will be okay. Just writing about it has been therapeutic. I just need to be patient with myself. And in seeing my words, I do realize how very lucky and blessed I am\u2026<\/p>\n

Thank you to all of you who have shown me and my family such extraordinary love and concern. Your kindness means the world and truly puts into perspective just what\u2019s important in life. My thoughts and prayers go out to all who have been affected by recent events and I am grateful for the generosity of those who have opened up their hearts, homes, wallets, and more to help out.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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