Category: Chronic pain

Back to 1989 craze

Taylor Swift was at Gillette Stadium last week. In her honor, I have been playing her album 1989 and once again, I am addicted to it. It has been mostly what I have been playing, unless another song pops in my head, like a Luke Combs song. I think I like 1989 more than her new album. Her new album I just wasn’t as crazy for. There are some cool songs on it but it didn’t grow on me like 1989.

I woke up before my alarm. I had taken off my body pillow and am now back to two standard pillows. I woke up with my head on the mattress. I don’t get it. I didn’t have too much pain. I used the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I then went back to my room, took my meds, and then went back to sleep. I canceled therapy because I wasn’t sure how I would be today. I also knew going out after a weekend long flare was not a good idea.

I didn’t wake up again till 1330. I didn’t want to get out of bed. I reluctantly did. I drank a mocha frap and had some cookies with it. I wanted real coffee so I grabbed my mug and a K-Cup and went downstairs to use my sister’s Keurig. I checked on my niece. She wasn’t hungry so I just made the coffee and went back upstairs. I drank my coffee when my cousin texted me. We chatted for a bit and then she had to go back to work. I was done with my coffee so I decided to wash the dishes. I used the Dawn that I bought and I couldn’t believe the difference over the cheap shit my mother had bought. The soap didn’t wash away as I washed the dishes! I swear I was going through a lot of soap just to wash a few dishes compared to Dawn. I just used a little and it went a long way.

I rested for a bit. I went up to my room and realized I had to go to Walgreens to pick up my scripts. I really didn’t want to go out but I haven’t been out in a few days so I got dressed. I found an old ball cap and it barely fit my head. It was so tight. I forgot I had washed it and it shrunk, which was why I haven’t been wearing it. I left and there was mail. I would get to it when I came back.

I bought some more Dawn before going to the pharmacy counter. It was cheaper in the pharmacy than at Stop and Shop. I got two bottles. I got my scripts and then went down the pen aisle, which can be very dangerous. I wanted to find a pen or marker that I could use for my black journal so I could write on the cover. I chose a metallic marker. If it didn’t work, oh well.

I walked home and my cousin was on his porch yelling at me. I had walked away from him as I was walking to the store. Now I couldn’t. He asked when my mother was coming home and I told him. He said he would be by. I was like ok. I know he isn’t. His mother would, which is going to annoy the fuck out of me as she will be by nearly every day the next few weeks. I get to listen to her yell at my mother and my mother yell back. Oh joy. The quiet I have been enjoying is coming to an end. I don’t usually mind my mother except when the TV is blaring and I can hear every fricken word over the AC, but I get used to it unless I am sensitive to sound that day because my pain is high or I have a migraine. It is going to be humid the rest of the week. I am not going to like it.

I had some deep dish pizza. I didn’t want to turn on the oven, but there was nothing else I wanted. I could barely finish it. I don’t seem to have an appetite today. I plan on listening to the game today. OverPrice is pitching. I don’t like him. Never have. He is an asshole and thinks he is the greatest but he isn’t. I think he purposely loses games because he doesn’t want to pitch that day. No idea how he is going to be. It is always a guessing game with him. I hate his inconsistency. And he is awful during the postseason. I keep hoping he will be better. We’ll see when the time comes.

Sunday blog 22 July 2018

I was having some kind of dream and then in the dream, my ankle started hurting me. I woke up and sure enough, my ankle was hurting. I don’t know why. It was raining so maybe that was the reason. Rain is supposed to happen most of the week. I took a breakthrough med and tried to go back to sleep but I didn’t want to wake up three hours later to take my morning pills so I took them and then silenced the alarm. I slept for about four hours. My phone woke me up. My mother was calling me. She asked how I was and I said you woke me. I was in pain. I wanted to see her today but my sisters came up looking for her clothes she wanted and were leaving soon. I needed a shower and there was no way I was going to rush as my ankle would flare and I would be useless. I stayed home.

The ball game was delayed due to rain in Detroit. The Red Sox Twitter account said to follow the Tigers to find out when they would be playing. No one else was tweeting about the game so I followed them. Usually a few writers I follow keeps me informed but there was nothing. They hardly tweet during the game anymore so if I don’t listen or watch, I have no idea what is going on.

My ankle pain was up and down most of the day, in the same spot. Going up and down stairs were tough. I tried to stay on one floor. I was disappointed the game was delayed because I had the big TV all to myself as my mother wasn’t home. I made some fries for lunch. They are the worst fries in the world. I ate like half of them and couldn’t eat anymore. I cooked them for 25 minutes and they weren’t even crispy but they looked burnt. I don’t know. My nephew bought them accidently. He was supposed to buy another brand so we were stuck with these. I didn’t feel like making anything else. I watched the game until my ankle couldn’t stand it any longer. Then I listened to it in my room.

I called my mother around 1700 to see how she was. She was okay. She is still in a lot of pain. She walked two rooms so she is getting there, slowly. She hasn’t done stairs yet. I don’t think she will until she can walk a hallway or something close. The Sox won 9-1. Then my ankle flared up again. I still had dishes in the sink from my breakfast. I guess I will do them tomorrow.

My brother in law made a huge gravy. It was oily. I had some pasta and a couple of meatballs. My GERD is going to kill me later. I don’t know why my reflux has been so bad lately. Maybe the pill is wearing off. I’ve been on it a long time. I am afraid to tell a doctor about it only because I don’t want a tube down my throat. I’ve avoided it for 20 some odd years and would like to keep it that way.

Been re-reading Norse Mythology. My friend just read it and reviewed it. Gave it 4 stars. He gives most books he reads 4 stars. I don’t know why. It is a really good book. I read it the first time in a day and a half. I love this book. I don’t remember if I reviewed it. My friend gives detailed reviews, which I don’t do. I give a few sentences and then that is that. I don’t give a complete book report on what it was about like some people. That drives me crazy. I am too sleepy to read tonight. Hope when I lie down, I am not in reflux city.