Saturday Blog 25042020
My sister was going off on my mother this morning. I have no idea what the argument was about or if she was yelling just so my mother could hear her. She started attacking my gender identity as she call me “whatever the fuck I am”. I was so damn hurt. I still am hurt by this attack. I texted my therapist and she was supportive. She said that she was ignorant. I told her I felt like dying. It is always going to be a trigger for me when someone attacks my identity. I feel like I just have the back of my baby sister and my “kids”.
I had my MRI today. It went well. I was so damn hot in the machine. It was a newer machine so made things really hot. I was sweating. The heat felt good on my back though. Until I got a muscle cramp in the middle of my back. That was not pleasant. I find out the results of the MRI Wed when I see my surgeon. By seeing, I mean over the computer. I got my sister to take a pic of my scar so I could send it to my surgeon. He wanted to look at it the other day but I wasn’t able to position the camera so he could take a look.
Monday I see my therapist the same way. I kind of am glad I don’t have to leave the house to make these appointments and it is kind of good because there is no way I can travel by T right now. I am just not up for it. I nearly collapsed at the pharmacy the other day while picking up my meds. I really thought my legs were going to give out on me. They were shaking so bad. I was so fatigued. I knew I wouldn’t be able to do outpatient things. My therapist was telling me that right now I am not doing any of those things so not to worry about it. I do worry because I don’t want to be in the house all the damn time with the psycho sister of mine. I still am dying for an espresso latte of some sort. And a haircut! I am not sure how the barber is going to cut my hair from now on but there has to be a way.
I saw my psych last night. It was so good seeing her. We talked about things and I am so lucky to have her as my psych even if she doesn’t prescribe meds for me anymore. It is kind of weird seeing her just to see her though. I am still grateful for the opportunity. I really miss her. I think she misses me as well. We have known each other for so long that it is hard to separate ourselves. I have been in contact with her a few times a week, just giving her updates on how things are going. I can’t seem to break that habit.