Neurosurg appointment and other things
I didn’t want to get out of bed today. I didn’t sleep well. I was up most of the night in pain then in the morning I kept on having to run to the bathroom because of bladder and bowels ready to unleash themselves. I didn’t know if I would be able to go to my appointment because my bowels were acting up. They settled down but I was so fricken tired. I never showered like I wanted to. I stunk. I honestly don’t remember the last time I showered. Probably last week. It was snowing all day so walking was not the best.
The neurosurgeon had no idea why my bladder is not functioning the way it should. There is nothing he can see but thinks it could be a tethered cord and I have to get a special MRI so they can see it. He also wants to get images of my thoracic spine so it is going to be a long time on the machine. My back isn’t going to like it. Once I get the images done, I come back and we will discuss what to do. It doesn’t sound like the injury to my bladder is going to be helped either way. All we can do is prevent more damage from happening. I talked with the NP psychopharm before the appointment. I apparently sent her what was going on and like what usually happens, I forgot I sent her what I wrote. I am kind of feeling suicidal as this is pretty hopeless things for my back aren’t going to get better. Even if I were to have surgery, it would just be as a preventative thing, not to fix what the damage done. I can’t go to my happy place now even if I wanted to end things there. Too much fucking snow. I might have to get a hotel.
I’ve had no appetite today at all. I didn’t even have coffee. I had 3 OREO cookies and that was it. I came home from my appointment and went into a flare. Actually, I think this is the flare from Thanksgiving as I don’t think it ever went away. Nothing is touching this pain. I canceled the appointment for tomorrow with that psychologist I was supposed to see. I just can’t go out for the third day in a row. I am exhausted. All these fricken appointments that are back to back are doing a number on me. I am surprised I haven’t had more flares.
I’ve thought about my therapist all day today. She is on vacation but I wish I could have had a chance to talk to her. I see her next week but it doesn’t sound like there will be too many appointments this month because of her needing to take time off. I still haven’t written about why I should discontinue therapy. I might work on it tomorrow. I really need to think about it. Therapy for the most part has helped keep me here because the therapist wanted me to live. I just never shared in that aspect that I need to live. I feel like I should die. I always feel like I should die, that things will be better off if I were dead. Now that I know neurologically I am fucked, it doesn’t help keeping me here. And even though I never thought about having a relationship with someone, now that will never happen because I’ve lost feeling in my sexual stuff. I am okay with it but for some reason it is just another thing my fucking illness takes away from me.