Last baseball game of the season

Today is the last baseball game for the Sox. I already miss it. They won today. It was a good game. I don’t know if JBJ, Jackie Bradley, Jr. is going to be with us next season. I sure hope so because he is my favorite player and the best center fielder ever to play in a Sox uniform. I will be really sad if the Sox don’t resign him.

I haven’t printed out the DBT skills yet. I am on my phone so can’t access it. I will print it out tomorrow. I ordered my groceries late so I have a late time. I am hoping I can have my niece help me with them. I can’t be lifting heavy stuff and I ordered heavy stuff (powerade and gatorade). My nephew might be able to help too if he is home.

Last night I went out with friends south of Boston. I had a good time and a good meal. It was nice to be out seeing them. I haven’t been to their house since last Thanksgiving. We watched the Mandalorian. I love baby Yoda! He was the highlight of the whole show. He did baby things and it was so fun. We watched till episode 6 so I will try and watch it to finish the series in a few days. I might watch it tonight. I have been sleeping all day. It was tough when I came home because I was so tired and had a headache. I know it was from sitting up for more than 4 hours. I am not used to it. So I rested most of today. I ordered McDs for my dinner. I had been craving a Filet o’fish. It was good. I also had to have my nugs.

I haven’t shaved since Thursday. I already have a stubble going on. I am debating using my electric shaver to shave it off. I want to use the shaver balm to help get a closer shave. I have yet to use it since I bought it. I will use it one of these days.

When I saw my pcp last week he put the order in for PT. I called on Friday and left a message. I should hear from them tomorrow. Just hope it isn’t in the morning. I hate morning calls. I even hate when my med alarm goes off for my morning meds. I usually shut it off and go back to sleep. Then take my meds when I wake up an hour or two later. I have been trying to schedule my appts for later in the day but for the pain psychologist I haven’t been able to. He is at 9 am. Ugh. I hope I can be up at that hour.

This week is T shot week. I hope when I give it, I don’t hit a vein again. It sucks when I do. My pcp wants me to have blood work done but I am still post op and said it probably won’t be good. He agreed but still wants me to have it done. I will in January. I got to message my TG doc to find out if it needs to be a trough or not. I think it needs to be as my last one was low. Hoping that if this one is low too my dose of T will be increased. Maybe then the hair on my face will be uniform and I can have a real goatee.

Friday’s Thoughts 25092020

Friday’s thoughts 25092020

I went out for the first time since my surgery. My mother needed an errand done and I volunteered to go so I could go to Starbucks. I had a cloud caramel macchiato and a pumpkin scone, which I will have tomorrow morning for breakfast. It took me a while to get home because I had to take two buses but it was great to get out. I am wicked tired from the outing but that is to be expected. I am still not 100% recovered from surgery and I am definitely deconditioned. It is going to take a while for me to recondition myself to things. Tomorrow I am going out with some friends. We will be ordering from a restaurant and then watching a movie. It should be a good hangout session.

I got in touch with my psychiatrist after I wrote to him this morning about the voices being ramped up. He agreed to increase the Invega to 6 mg a day. He then wants to check in early next week. I had a hard time trying to sleep last night because of pain and insomnia. I didn’t go to sleep till 5 am this morning. My mother woke me up with her request to do the errand. It wasn’t until noon time so I had enough sleep. I am really tired after the outing so I think I am going to try and make it an early night tonight. I am not going to listen to the ballgame. That just gets me excited. I listened to last night’s disaster game until the 4th inning. I had to shut it off as the pitching just fell apart. They lost 13-1 last night, their last home game of the season. There are only three games left in the season for the Sox. I am sad that it is over but glad it is because they really sucked this year. They are in last place, again.

I tried making an appointment with PT today but got their voicemail. I left a message but haven’t heard back. I probably will on Monday. I hope to have the cramp decrease this go round with them. That was one of the reasons why I couldn’t sleep last night. I kept on having cramps in my back and pain. Today I am sore and my lower back is hurting but I think that is from all the walking I did today. My ankle isn’t happy with me either. It started up a couple of hours ago and hasn’t settled down. The pain meds helped some but not all of the pain. Nothing ever takes away all the pain.

I am excited to see my friends tomorrow. It has been nearly a year since I last saw them because of this stupid pandemic. I am glad we are ordering from the restaurant rather than having a sit in it. I am kind of paranoid about being in restaurants these days. If we were going to a restaurant, I probably wouldn’t be seeing my friends. I just don’t want to risk getting infected. I just hope my ankle settles down by the time I wake up tomorrow and I get some decent sleep tonight.

tough past few days

Tough past few days

I’ve been hit with severe depression and hopelessness the past few days. I had my appointment with the new pain doc and it was discouraging. I felt like they felt I was too at risk for management because of my psych condition and past suicidal history. They were to discuss options with my primary care doc and then make some decision. I honestly don’t care to go back to see them. I am seeing their pain psychologist for some coping stuff specific to pain. I think that will be good. I don’t see him until the end of Oct.

I had the meeting with my PCP today. He didn’t say anything of what the pain docs said. I told him I was discouraged because of the way they are treating my mental illness. He didn’t say too much other than he was sorry that I am still recovering from surgery. It has been such a long process. I am not sure when I will see him again.

I also had a meeting with my therapist today. It was a tough session, she really pushed me and I was not really in the mood for pushing. I wanted to leave at least three times but I stuck it out. I asked her what to do when I get into these horrible moods so she gave me a DBT handout on some skill. I have to print it out so I have it in front of me. She wants me to work on this skill every day. We’ll see if that happens. I am not so great in doing homework, especially when there is no follow up with it. We talked about how hopeless I have been feeling. I told her I felt like crawling under a rock and staying there. She just agreed with me with an ok.

Because I was two hours early for my pain doc appointment, I started listening to Hamilton. I finished listening to it tonight and the ending always makes me sad. Watching the movie, which I haven’t in months, I would cry. Just seeing the emotions on the stage were enough to get me to feel.

I shaved and showered tonight before the Sox game. It was a disaster by the 3rd inning so I turned off the radio app. It was interfering with my writing. I kept blanking out as I was listening to the game. So hard to write when you are listening to something. I can listen to music just fine but a ball game or a musical and it’s tough writing.

Back is thanking me for showering and shaving right now. It is cramping up big time and hurts. All I can do is take Tylenol and Advil. My pain meds don’t really work for the cramping. I do take the Zanaflex but I think it is losing its effectiveness or I might be becoming tolerant to it. It still makes me sleepy though.

shitty day times two

Shitty day times two

I am not having a good day. I texted my therapist but got no response. I didn’t think I would get one. I am feeling bad about myself because I crapped my pants, not once but twice today. The first was around 2 am. I had to pee and found that I had shit myself. What a damn surprise. I got cleaned up and then I couldn’t sleep because I was awake. I didn’t go back to sleep till around 0500. I woke up to take my morning meds and crapped myself again. I was not happy. I went to the bathroom and crap poured out of me like water. I cleaned myself up again and then made coffee. The half and half curdled my coffee so I didn’t drink much of it. I tried but I couldn’t get past it. It tasted fine but I didn’t want to risk another stomach upset. Today was shit in a hand basket and there was nothing I could do about it. I tried going back to sleep but I couldn’t. I decided to shave and shower. After that I was exhausted. My back was giving me fits. I took another muscle relaxer to help quite it down.

After waiting for the med to kick in, I decided to make something to eat. I made a turkey bacon sandwich. It was so good and hit the spot. Now I am really tired and need a nap. I am trying to fight it so that I can go to sleep early.

The cool weather has finally arrived and I love it. My mother is freezing and had to turn the heat on last night because she was cold. Luckily, the heat didn’t come on in my room for some reason. It might not have been turned up all the way. My radiator is finicky. It will either be freezing cold or burning hot. There is no in between. This winter is probably going to be colder than it has been because our summer was so hot. I just hope we don’t get snow. I don’t like snow. Freezing temps I am ok with.

I feel really bad about crapping myself today. I know it is a risk when I have loose stool. I just can’t hold it. I am just glad I didn’t empty my bowels in my pants. That would have been worse. This is the third time I have lost control of my bowels since my surgery. I don’t feel the stool at all, unless it is hard. And I can’t distinguish between air and stool when I get the urge to fart. The second crap was a shart I wasn’t aware of until after the fact. It still strikes a blow to my dignity. It is going to take some time to recover.