Ducks in a row

Ducks in a row

I’ve been struggling all week. Pain and depression have been an all time mood sucker, increasing the suicidality to the point where the other night, I have things down pat. I am or should be “happy” about this but not really. The fact I can act at any time gives me some relief that when I want to escape, the choice is there. There really is nothing about what if anymore, well there is. I could be rescued or have a change of heart and get help before things take place. I won’t know until that moment. Worse case is I just get sick. I hope that doesn’t happen.

I had therapy this week. I still have no voice from my allergic reaction on the 16 Aug. I saw the folks in laryngology and the PA (physician assistant) said there is some constriction of the things surround the vocal cords, causing my voice to be the way it is. No cancer, polyps, or anything else causing this. I didn’t ask what was causing this as I just wanted to get the hell out of there. She was kind of freaking me out because when she started explaining things, she would shut her eyes and then go off tangent, making me all confused. My appointment was at 2 and even though I was in the room by like 215, I wasn’t seen till 245 and by the time I was done, it was 330. The camera was not pleasant. I had a microphone on my neck and it shifted. As she was trying to get it adjusted the damn fiber cable went further down my throat to the epiglottis, making me gag. I asked what can be done and she basically said time. I asked about speech therapy and she was not advocating for it so I practically had to beg to get referred to it. She said the therapy is booking out in a month’s time so theoretically, my voice could come back by then.

I was expecting this as the folks in the ED said the same thing (well more that I needed speech therapy, not so much it would get better on its own). My pcp pissed me off that day because he wanted me to stop my allergy meds. Even though I said I take it every day and have for years, they think it could be a reason. I really don’t see how all of a sudden this medication would make me hoarse. The laryngologist said the GERD could be causing this but I haven’t had too many episodes for this to happen and when it did happen before the allergic reaction, my voice didn’t change. She recommended some antacid that I am to take at night. It isn’t a kind that I can get at the drug store but online because it is supposedly made with seaweed. I don’t know. I don’t think that is the reason either, unless the ginger caused so much acid production it did affect my voice this bad.

I’ve been in contact with my psych. I spoke with her today. She asked what I was doing and I said I didn’t know as I just woke up and haven’t had coffee yet. She told me to get coffee. LOL She is too funny. Kind of strange that she only recently laughed at my humor and made jokes. Don’t get me wrong, I do love hearing her laugh. I just think it only took 26 years to hear it. LOL She didn’t tell me when she was going to be in an office soon. I haven’t asked because I know she will tell me when she has one. She does want me to write to the therapist about the stuff that is going on. Think I will do that today. I really struggled to talk to the therapist this week because of my voice. It was so shot after seeing her Wed. But then I was up more than 24 hours when I saw her. I was also up most of the day Wed. I just could not sleep despite taking melatonin and Ativan. I was so overtired. I felt like total shit yesterday and still feel crappy today, though much less so. I did a few errands today and my last stop had me weary. By the time I got home about 15 minutes later, my ankle flared up (it was already a 9 to begin with) and I just felt weak. I got some stuff to do in my room (there always is stuff to do in my room). My sister has once again become a tyrant. She said she was going to do stuff this week to clear my room and bring some stuff up. Has not done so but I am guessing tomorrow she will. I hoping she won’t. She is really sending my anxiety up the roof and I have been so hypervigilant that it is hard for me to relax. Yesterday I wanted to sleep but I kept thinking (even though she wasn’t home) that she was going to barge in my room at any second. If I can do two things that will make things easier for access to my alcove, I am going to try. Wish my nephew didn’t move all the stuff to block it even more. Now I got to move it all to the other side of the room where there isn’t much room to begin with. Just overwhelms me to the Nth degree.

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