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Luke Combs has a hold over me

by Midnight Demon, posted in Bipolar Disorder, blogging, chronic physical pain, CRPS, depression, mood disorders

Luke Combs has a hold over me

Yesterday, all I did while I was traveling throughout Boston, was listening to Luke Combs deluxe album. Past hour or so, I had a song running through my head. Just a few words but I couldn’t figure out what song it was. I had to wait for it to play out. That is how songs start in my head. A few words start playing over and over and then a few more and then I have the chorus or enough to figure out what song it is. I knew it was Luke but wasn’t sure which song as there are two that I have been listening to lately and they have the same kind of beat. The song tonight was Must have never met you. So now it is on repeat. Love this song!

Last night when I went to turn on the radio for the game, it wouldn’t turn on. I checked the plug, the strip, the radio and all checked out. I took out the plug and put it in another socket and it worked. The outages that I had last week during the storms must have tripped something and now it doesn’t work. It is pretty old and I wanted to replace it. I had a power strip I wanted to use. I didn’t realize when I bought it the cord was 2 feet. It was too short to reach where I had to put it. I went in my office and found one. It was fancy, at the time, with a lot of connection types, including phone. This was back when dial up was still in use.

So today I when I got up and had lunch, I started clearing off my nightstand as I had to move it to get to the plug behind it. I had started clearing last night but my damn ankle wanted no part. I couldn’t weight bear due to the flare I was in. Took me about 45 minutes to clear it as I kept having to take breaks. I then dusted after everything was off as well as the back of the nightstand. There was a crap load of dust. I couldn’t reach the stuff that was on the floor behind the nightstand. I just move it enough to remove the plug. Then I spent another 20 minutes finding the screws for power strip to mount it on the wall. The holes were further apart than the broken one. I carefully measured to make sure it would fit and wouldn’t fall. I don’t unplug what is plug in often so it should be stable. There was one screw that I had to go through drywall, which can easily come out over time. I hope it stays for now.

My mother made potatoes and hot dogs for dinner. When I came back to my room, my foot started hurting really bad. Just great. I was wondering when I was going to feel pain. Now I am. Going to be another long night. I knew I would be hurting. I can’t be doing stuff on my feet for a long time. I am glad I did what I did as my nightstand needed to be cleaned and dusted. It also needed to be a little better organized. I have put my pills and stuff in a basket and other stuff sorted, like my lotion and pens. Also pad of paper because it seems I can never find one when I need to jot something down. So annoying. I just need to find the notebook I need to start the goodbye letters. I didn’t do it today. Tomorrow looks more promising.

PT and where to go from there

by Midnight Demon, posted in Bipolar Disorder, blogging, chronic physical pain, CRPS, depression, mood disorders

PT and where to go from there

So PT killed me afterwards. Because the daft pain docs want more, my lovely PT recommended a functional program. Which is more than what she can offer me. I talked with her about it as I was anxious. I cannot stand being out of the house more than 3 hours and the program meets a few times a week for 6. It is multidisciplinary. I asked her what the goal would be as everyone wants me to try this but I am scared I’ll get kicked off disability if I am “too well”. She said it was more managing my flares better and other stuff I don’t remember. I’ll hear back from her within a week from the lady that runs it and try it. It doesn’t work oh well.
I am flared. Ankle was at least a 6 when I got there. Now a 12. She worked on my thigh so that is bothering me too. Heat is bad. Just waiting to cool off. I am out of breakthrough meds until tomorrow, I hope. Hugging my AC and then decide what I want for supper. I decided to order Mexican because I am in love with taquitos. I like the tacos from this place as well, even though it is overpriced. But it is good so I’ll deal.

I am kind of nervous about this functional program. It is down the street from me so not far from where I live. I just don’t want to commit to it and then not be able to do it or be forced to stay. I also need it to work around my other appointments. When my therapist comes back, I will be meeting him twice a week. I then have my psych appt every two weeks or so. It just seems like a lot and it is overwhelming me. I am trying not to think about it because I know that it will be a few weeks before the process goes through. I still need to get a note from the doc for it, after my PT talks to the coordinator.

My ankle is being such a brat. It was hurting most of the day and only got worse when I got home. I went to grab something on my bed and the movement sent shockwaves to my ankle. I got to wait it out as there is nothing I can take for it, other than possibly Ativan. I am wicked tired so I don’t know if I will stay up to listen to the game. They are back in Boston. I always say I don’t know yet somehow I do because I just got to know if they win or lose. Finding out the next day is not as fun as finding out the end of the 9th inning. The sun pretty much baked me and stole all of my energy. I bought Pike for the Keurig. I am running low on coffee. If I make it through this month, I will need to put extra funds for Starbucks. I only do that so I can get points toward a reward. I think I can get the rewards I bought at Walgreens but I am not sure. I have to look it up in the app.

hot and sleepy day

by Midnight Demon, posted in Bipolar Disorder, blogging, chronic physical pain, CRPS, depression, mood disorders

Hot and sleepy day

I woke up around 0100. I didn’t fall back to sleep until after 0300. I was playing with the AC settings so that it would be cool but not freezing in my room. I think I shut my AC off as I woke up hot before my med alarm went off. I took my meds and turned the AC on. I didn’t even check to see what the setting were. I just went back to sleep, hoping to sleep for a couple more hours and then get up to start the day.

I didn’t get up until 1330. I still wanted coffee. My mother’s sugar was low, though she didn’t tell me this. She asked for a pepsi but I needed to pee really bad so I used the bathroom, then she said forget it so I brushed my teeth. She was in the kitchen to gobble up some sugar. I knew what that meant, but I didn’t say anything. Freaking out wasn’t going to solve anything. I asked her if she wanted coffee and she said she did so I put the kettle on. I also made an egg as I was hungry. We had very little juice left and she doesn’t like my juice because “it is too sweet” so I planned on going to Stop and Shop. I have been craving a turkey sandwich so I figure I would get some turkey breast as well. I missed the bus and would have to wait an hour for the next one. I drank my coffee.

I checked the bus schedules to see which bus would come first. I thought I printed out both schedules but I printed out the same schedule twice. OOPS. I would have to wait for a half hour for the bus I printed out the schedule twice. I waited a few minutes and then got dressed. Then I went downstairs to get my bag ready. I inherited my father’s bag on wheels shopping cart. I took that. I should have taken a regular bag as well but didn’t think of it till I was at the bus stop. I could always buy another one when I got to the store. The bus took a long time to get here, even though it said 6 minutes. The sun was beating down on the stop, making it really hot. I got off at the stop and my mother called as I was in the middle of the street. I can’t see in the sun so waited until I was safely across before I got my phone out of my pocket. She wanted fricken eggs if they were on sale. For fucks sake! OK whatever.

I went to the deli to get the cold cuts. I wish I bought salami but forgot. Oh well. I then went to get the other stuff I needed. I looked at the juice my mother likes (from concentrate. I like not from concentrate.) I finally found a half gallon. I checked my list to make sure I had everything. My mother wanted the paper so I went to the front of the store to put it in my bag. The milk, juice, and creamer made the bag really heavy. I am glad it rolls away. Carrying it would hurt. I paid for my things and checked the time. The next bus would be here soon. I wanted to play the lottery but there was a long line. I left and waited for the bus. The bus driver was an asshole. People pressed the button but he didn’t stop. Then he yelled about it. So people pressed the button then yelled for him to stop. Jerk. I got off and was a sweating mess. I struggled to carry the items up the stairs. I went one step at a time and then called my mother to get the bag for eggs. It was light. She asked me why I bought jumbo and I said they were on sale. Then she said why the white ones. Because they were on sale. The brown ones were $2.39, large was $2.89 or something like that. I paid $1.89 rather than $1.59 like the sign said. Oh well. I didn’t tell my mother that. Hope I threw the receipt away because if she sees it she will get mad.

We had dinner and I am now resting in the cool air. I fix the setting on the AC to what they were before I touched them. For some reason, the energy saver doesn’t use the cool function. I need to get a new AC that is more energy efficient. This one is at least 10 years old, if not more.

My foot is talking to me. Sox won. Now I have the evening free. I want to watch a movie. I might watch Lincoln or maybe read. I don’t know. I’ll probably play with my phone until I get bored and go to sleep. I need to fill my med box for the week. Then I got to start writing good-bye letters. I think I will do that Tuesday. Some idiot on Twitter responded to my tweet about it. Wanted me to call a hotline. I did all I could from cussing her out. I deleted the tweet so no one else could respond to it. Still makes me mad because she doesn’t know a thing about me and comes out of the woodwork to say something that isn’t helpful. Bitch, go back to your happy place and leave me the fuck alone.

Saturday Blog 7 July 18

by Midnight Demon, posted in Bipolar Disorder, blogging, chronic physical pain, CRPS, depression, mood disorders

Saturday Blog 7 July 18

This is just going to be free thoughts. Nothing really happened today other than I’ve had a migraine all day. It went away and then came back. My vision was blurred so I took meds before the pain hit then went to sleep.

I’ve been in a funk. I never made coffee today. I tried eating but with my bowels being backed up, it feels like it just sits in my stomach and I feel uncomfortable. I went early this morning after MiraLAX but didn’t go a lot. I still feel uncomfortable. It is hot in the house despite it being cool outside. I’ve been running the AC on energy saver so it shuts off every now and then. It is keeping the room cool.

I updated my apps, one of which was WordPress. They did a few changes. Notifications are now on the bottom rather than the top. And they have a new thing called activity. Not sure what the purpose of that is. Seems dumb. My stats are still all over the place. I am happy to get at least 22 or more a day. The other day I got more than 70 so I was happy. Some days are like that. You never know which blog is going to be read the most of if someone is just going to go through your blogs, stacking up the views for the day. It is fun to watch but can get addictive.

My mother washed the bathroom mat and it fell apart in the washer. It was a mess to clean up. I hope it didn’t wreck the filter or water hose with the debris. She had to use the vacuum to get the stuff out. I told her she should run a clean cycle but she didn’t listen to me. She never does.

I was going to cancel my psych’s appt but then I realized I need a refill on my mood stabilizer and it will be a bitch to get it if I cancel. UGH. I am just mad at her because I keep emailing her and she isn’t responding to anything I send her. Just tired of wasting my time. I don’t know why I bother to let her know what is going on if she can’t have the courtesy to respond even one word back, just to let me know a) she got my message and b) she cares. For all I know, it got sent to cyberspace and is still floating around there.

Sox are playing tonight. They won last night. They creamed KC. It was 8-0 by the 2nd inning. Everyone had a hit last night or two. Hope they can do the same tonight. Over Price is pitching tonight so who knows how the game is going to go. I can’t stand the guy. Wish he never came to Boston.

My mood has been all over the place. I was in pain with my ankle and head most of the day. I have no breakthrough meds anymore. I just been trying to sleep. I hope to get the meds sorted out on Monday. I just want to give up. I don’t know why I just don’t go through with it already. I could do it this week, if I wanted to. One of my “friends” on Twitter was saying that I don’t want to do it. Fuck you. That is like telling an alcoholic that is recovering who wants a drink that they shouldn’t even though they feel like they need one. People just don’t get suicidality at all, even if they are attempt survivors. Makes me kind of mad because where is the compassion?

I don’t want to talk about this right now but there will be a few explorations this week. I am not sure yet if this is the week or not. Guess we’ll just have to take it day by day and see how it goes.