pissed kind of day

Pissed kind of day

I woke up around 0500 in pain. I took my breakthrough pain because it was too early for my regular one. I stayed up for a little bit and then went back to sleep for about an hour and half when my mother woke me up to put on her compression socks. I was not happy. I put them on and then decided to go back to sleep. I set the alarm so I could make breakfast before leaving for PT. I wanted to make pancakes. Alarm went off and I didn’t want to get up. The alarm kept announcing the time. I was lying on my right side and didn’t want to roll over to shut it up. Eventually I did because it was annoying me. I laid on my back and after a bit changed to my right side so it wouldn’t hurt. My ankle was being a brat.

I went downstairs and saw that the bag that I had left on the table by the other set of stairs was gone and there was mail there. I asked my mother where she put the bag. I must have said it three times and she didn’t understand what I was saying so I starting yelling. She yelled back when she heard what I was saying. I got the bag and did all I could from slamming the door to the porch where she put it. I then got an umbrella because my back was telling me it was going to rain.

I went to the kitchen and made breakfast and coffee as I needed it very badly. I just hoped it wouldn’t make me sleepy. The egg looked really good so I took a pic and posted it. I usually don’t post my breakfast, just other stuff that I make like desserts or a kind of meal that I got a recipe for. I ate it while my coffee was brewing. I tried the new creamer. The fucking protective foil wouldn’t come off. I was getting so annoyed. Finally it gave way and I didn’t spill the container in the process. It wasn’t as sweet as the other creamer I used but it was okay. It did its job.

I grabbed the lid for the mug and then went upstairs to get dressed. My bitchy mother wanted me to mail something and go to the bank for her. Okay. I left and as I was walking to the bus stop, my lower back on the left side acted up. I had to take a break a few times to settle it down. I stopped where there was shade to put the Bluetooth on my phone and listen to my headphones. Then continued to the bus stop. The bus came and I rode to PT.

I had emailed my PT about how the home exercises were going. She said we’ll change things up a bit. She gave me three new exercises. The posture exercise was out and the knees bent clamshell was, too. She went over some weighted exercises to do with my upper arms and back to help my core. We had time after it so she decided to massage my hip muscle. We were talking and I asked her if my current problem was due to the nerve injury, cauda equina syndrome. She said it was most likely due to over compensating for the weakness after rehabbing because I walk fairly well for someone with having CES twice. She said she is very surprised I am able to walk as much as I do given my conditions. I said thanks. A few people in my CRPS support group have also said so. I guess between the high pain tolerance and not being able to sit still, I push myself to do things. I did that for three years before I couldn’t do it anymore. I knew once I was in the AFO at work I couldn’t work two jobs anymore. Even managing one job was hard. I guess if I could have cut my hours to maybe four a day it would have kept me working but I couldn’t financially do that. My health insurance would have been ridiculous and my mother would have had a fit for not providing enough for the mortgage.

I was feeling tired after PT. The bus was always a guessing game because I had no idea what time which bus was going to come. And there were no benches to sit so I had to stand while waiting. I think I waited 15-20 minutes for a bus to a station. When I got there, the bus was there for the one home. It kind of freaked me out because there was a carriage on blocking the passage on the bus and then people would stand by the entrance blocking anyone that came on. I just freak out when that happens. I don’t know why it gives me so much anxiety but it does.

I got home and then went to the bank before going home. I have done this for my mother a million times. The customer service person asked if I was my mother and I said no. She then went to the back to ask someone a question. She came back and said they would do this this time but next time my mother needs to do it. I asked why as I have done this before without a problem and she said it was because of the withdrawal. I said there was no money exchanged, the money was being transferred from one account to another. She said that was the policy and I got mad because my mother had done this before without problems. I guess it just comes down to who does the transaction.

I walked home and my ankle started acting up. I walked in and I heard my mother talking. Then I heard my aunt and I wish I wasn’t home. I didn’t want anything to do with my lunatic aunt. But my cousin was over with her 4 month old daughter so it wasn’t too bad, until I asked my aunt a question and she gave me the entire history of how my mother entered the country as she was in Italy at the time. UGH. She can never answer a question with a short fricken answer. The baby was even getting fussy. When she finished, I asked my mother what she was doing for supper. She said hot dogs and potatoes. I was like okay. I was hungry but could wait.

I went up to my room to cool down and rest my ankle. It was really angry. I took a breakthrough pill. I was playing on my phone when hunger got the better of me. My sister texted me to check on my niece so I went downstairs. My niece was okay. Then my hip started hurting me where the PT had massaged me. I emailed her to see what to do about it. I made dinner for my mother and I. It was hard getting around the kitchen with my hip hurting.

After dinner I went back up to my room and I swear I feel so exhausted. Like all the energy has been sapped out of me. I don’t think I will be listening to the Sox tonight. My leg is hurting so bad and I feel so depressed about it. I need to go out tomorrow to see my therapist. I hope this pain settles down. I might not do the home exercises tomorrow if my leg is hurting me. I hope a good night’s sleep settles this thing down. I am going to take my night meds early and call it a night.

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