My blog views have gone through the roof. I currently am at 132 for today ALONE. I never had such interest before. I always felt that if I got at least 20 views a day, I was doing good. But never would I imagine that there would come a day that 100 people would read my blog or that a single person would read my entire blog. So I thank you because it means a lot to me.
I still feel like crap. I don’t know if I am getting better or worse. I just know that I am now taking pain killers for my throat pain as it keeps it away for a few hours until it wears off. I was taking two tablets but have now cut down to one and it seems to still do the trick. I would call for an appointment to my doctor but he doesn’t have any openings until next week. I see him anyway. I see him next Thursday. I just hope that I am better by then but I don’t think so as I am now coughing up yellow phlegm. Not a good sign that all is well. And noises are driving me beserk!! I cannot tolerate my mother listening to the TV anymore so I shut myself up in my room where it is quieter. She has to listen to it almost full blast because she is deaf and I just cannot tolerate it. My head still feels like it is underwater. I don’t think it is because of migraine activity because I don’t have a headache. I still am congested and I HATE it. I rather have the annoyances of a cough than have head congestion. Least with a cough you can take medicine for it but congestion, HA, I have tried everything and nothing works. The only thing that does that lasts but for a few hours is my nasal spray.
I talked with my therapist today. I told her I was still planning and scheming to end my life. She wanted details of my demise and I asked her why she wanted them. She gave me some bullshit about her just wanting to know. I was too sick to argue with her so I told her. I then told her about my conflict about my mother and my friend who is depending on me to be there to help her with her writing. I sometimes feel that I can put off killing myself because of these two people and then I get the fuck its and don’t really care. Plan back on. If it sounds like I am ambivalent, I guess I am. Planning your death is not easy. There are many variables you have to account for. And stupid me, I have let the one variable (therapist) in on it. Now my therapist wants me to tell my psychiatrist. I can’t tell her because I know I will be involuntarily hospitalized. If not now, then I know around the time I am to do the deed.
I was also telling my therapist today that I just feel this need to do this more than anything in the world. I don’t know why. I just know that I cannot go on like this. I am tired of always being in the dumps, being in pain, and not being able to walk more than a few blocks. I have tried to cope, to pretend that all is right and that I can make it but I am still struggling for air and I just feel my time has come to an end. I know I will leave a book unpublished but I have my blog. I hope it will be enough.
Since I have been sick, I have not had my coffee all week. Not that it matters anyways as it hurts to swallow. It seems to be all fine after I take my pain pill but sometimes it still hurts and it is so driving me crazy. I wish I had popsicles. I know those would soothe my throat. I have ice cream sandwiches but they aren’t the same.
My endo doc ordered blood work and when I brought it up to my psychiatrist, she wanted some things too. I wanted to get it done Tuesday but because I wasn’t feeling well, it slipped my mind. I am going to try and get it done tomorrow. I have to be fasting so that means I can’t have my coffee. Which is so going to suck! I can take it with me though. I think that is what I will do. Though I don’t see the point as who cares if my cholesterol is high when in less than two months, I plan on being in the ground.
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