cold and rainy day

Just had my session with my therapist and now I feel really down. I thought that talking about the week’s events would help but instead it just brought me down. I am supposed to go out tonight to have dinner with friends. I really don’t feel up to it. I can make the excuse of my foot bothering me but I need to go out. I have to stop spending so much time at home.

I don’t know how I became such a hermit. I guess having nothing to do all day will do that. I need to take a shower today. I have decided that I will take one every other day. I took a pain pill and now all I want to do is sleep.

I finished my paper for the AAS blog. I still don’t know when it will get published. I am hoping it will soon. I am really worked hard on this paper to get the word out on what it means to be in a collaborative therapy.

It’s cold and windy and rainy today. I really don’t want to go out in this weather. I just hate it. And I know it is only going to get colder tonight.

Just read on twitter that the Associated Press’s twitter account got hacked and sent reports that the White House got bombed. People are so fucking stupid. I don’t understand why they have to hack people’s accounts. I just don’t see the fun in it at all. Then I read in my support group, yahoo is still fucked up. They still haven’t fixed their hacking. Only way to do it is by telling them your account has been compromised to change your password to a strong one.

Tonight is difficult. I am in pain emotionally and physically. I got the stupid menses tonight. I thought I was bleeding but didn’t know for sure. Now I know and I hate it. I can’t stand being in this predicament. I hate having to wear women’s clothes again because boxer short just can’t hold feminine products. I am beside myself with anger that this has happened, again. I got to call the damn endo doc tomorrow and be like WTF!!! Just when I thought everything was going back to normal again and I could progress to my transgender issues this sets me back! I am so pissed…

more about nerve pain

Watched the baseball game. It went to the 10th inning and my boys came through. They beat the Rays 2-1. It was the first extra innings game this season they won so I am hopeful for the season. The Sox improve to 6-4 and still are leading in the AL East.

Was happy to get an email about the blog I write for the American Association of Suicidology has made the news http://hosted.ap.org/dynamic/stories/U/US_SUICIDE_SURVIVORS?SITE=AP&SECTION=HOME&TEMPLATE=DEFAULT&CTIME=2013-04-13-12-09-11.
It was good to see something come off of the hard work of the AAS president, Michelle Linn Gust to get the blog underway and now we have a voice.

It is not even six o’clock yet and I am exhausted. All I did today was run to the pharmacy to get my prescriptions and go up and down the stairs a few times to help my mother with some groceries. I have been up since seven. Seems I cannot sleep later than that. And I even stayed up late too. I didn’t go to bed until around midnight, after watching Lincoln and reading for a bit afterwards. I kept on going on twitter and facebook to wait for my meds to kick in.

Last night my foot acted weird because of the CRPS, complex regional pain syndrome. It got really cold, like ice and really painful. I put on some socks that were heavy and still my foot was cold even under my blankets. My bones were hurting really bad and if I had a chain saw, I probably would have used it to amputate. That is how bad the pain got. Then after it warmed up, it really warmed up. It got really hot and felt like it was on fire. I had to take the sock off and leave my foot hanging off the bed away from the sheets and blankets because it just was burning me. Nerve pain acts this way. The doctors don’t really understand why this happens. I am seeing a specialist on Tuesday to talk about this. I really hope she can give me some answers. All I can take is pain medication to soothe it or use a gel to try and calm it down some but touching it hurts like hell, which makes it difficult to use the gel sometimes. I find that oral meds work well for this type of pain, but the problem is that most doctors don’t want to prescribe it. I have not run into problems but I know I will soon enough. I’ll get the opioid speech how it is not good to be on these meds long term. But I have been on these meds for almost a decade now and aside from constipation which I control with some senna, I have no other side effects. It might make me drowsy but it’s not like I am operating machinery or driving like I used to. Now I just take these meds when the pain flairs up, which will be again tonight. Every night I am in this horrible pain but it’s never the same. Some times it is bone crushing, other times it is a burning sensation like my foot is on fire. Other times it feels like a barbed wire is surrounding my foot ready to be garroted. I can’t say what will be in store for me tonight after going up an down the stairs four times in a row this evening. I am not looking forward to it and there is no sense in taking the meds early. The pain hit unexpectedly, when I least expect it to so I can’t judge a good time. That is the most frustrating this about this condition. I have a HIGH pain tolerance and it usually isn’t until a pain is an 8-9 that I will feel it. Right now it is simmering on a 4-5 on a scale of 1-10. I have heavy thermal socks on to prevent it from getting cold because it is still winter in New England. My house is cold because my mother doesn’t want to pay a large gas bill, which we shouldn’t have to turn the heat on in the middle of April anyways!! So I try and protect my foot from getting cold anyway I can. But sometimes even having socks on will not prevent my foot temperature from dropping. My left will be cold as ice and my right a balmy 98.6. I hate this condition and wish I never got it but I got to learn to live with it and that is the hardest part.

midnight ramblings

Last night I was in pain again though I don’t know why. It’s a late hour so my mood has tanked south. I don’t know what it is about the night that makes all the pain come out but it sucks. Thoughts of death are swarming around my head. I’m listening to The Band Perry’s new CD to try and relax. I haven’t listened to music in a few days. I do tend to feel nervous when I don’t listen on a regular basis.

I tried taking a break from my therapist this week. It didn’t happen the way I wanted it to. Usually I take a break and become more analytical and come up with these great ideas. But this time, it just didn’t happen. I guess being wrapped up in pain left no room for thinking about things. I usually end up writing her these long letters about how I am doing and what I am feeling. I didn’t so much as do that.

I came up with some idea to write about songs that I have a knack connection with but have not started that project yet. I just haven’t decided what songs should go into this. I guess I’ll know when I hear it.

Tonight I have my cousin’s wedding. I know I am going to get asked about my work and I’m going to talk about my disability. It gets old after a while but I can’t help but feel like a loser after I tell my family that I am no longer working and why. It kills me that I am no longer able to function to the point of working. And what is really tough is that I haven’t had surgery in seven years. That was the last time I was in rough shape. People usually think you get better by now. But I am not. Nerve damage takes so long to heal and no one understands that.

Monday I am to see another doctor for the same problem. I don’t know why I am bothering. It’s not like she is going to have any new answers for me other than to lose weight. That is the doctor’s cure all. If you lose weight, you won’t have this problem. Lose weight and you won’t be so depressed. Lose weight and your back will feel better. I wish I dropped a pound every time someone told me to lose weight. I would be skinny in no time. But I seriously doubt that my weight is the ONLY reason I am hurting. Even if I weighed 80 lbs I would still have a bad back and still have nerve damage. Weight cannot change the fact I have had four back surgeries. I have been trying to lose weight for the past three months. It is wicked hard. It takes a lot of work and with the depression it just makes it that much harder. I don’t always stick with it because I get the fuck its. But lately I have been having no appetite so I just been eating cereal as my caloric intake. Also been eating yogurt to try and get my bowels on track but that is the harder road. It sucks eating healthy or at least trying to when junk food is so accessible.

There has been a quote floating around twitter the past few days, that if a crush lasts more than four months, then it probably is love. Then I guess I am in love with my therapist. I have had a crush on her from the very beginning. Another quote fact that has been circulating is that relationships that last longer than seven years tend to last a lifetime. I have found this true with my therapist and psychiatrist. I have known my psychiatrist for nearly half my life and we just past the twenty year mark of working together. I’m screwed.

My left foot is on fire as I am writing this and I’m finding myself feeling empty hearted. Not really downhearted, just feeling empty, like I have nothing inside. And because I feel nothing, I also think I am nothing, that I don’t matter at all to anyone. I’ll just be better off dead.

What would being dead look like? Frankly I don’t know. I’ll be dead. I won’t be in existence anymore. The pain that I feel will cease to be. I will finally be free of pain and misery. Lest I hope I will be. Being free of pain is all that I want. If I didn’t have pain, emotional or physical, I probably would want to live. And I don’t know what that would look like. Probably the same as it does now.

pain and misery

Eureka? I am in pain and want to do self harm to try and relieve it as no other pain pill does anything to take away or relieve my pain. I am tired of being in pain all the time, so much so I am entertaining thoughts of ending my life or drinking heavily to see if that helps. Crown royal mixed with some narcotics might do the trick in relieving the madness. It might also kill me but that would be a blessing and not a curse. I think I put too much pressure on my toes tonight while watching the baseball game. It’s hard to describe how I did this. I just realized this when my foot exploded. But then there are days when my foot explodes and I do not put pressure on my toes so I am at a loss. There is no rhyme or reason for my pain. It is nerve pain as clear as day, least in my mind. Tendonitis pain would be all the time while walking and going down stairs and such. But instead I have this pain while lying down in bed, while I am trying to go to sleep. It is as if my foot is saying “hello remember me? I am going to hurt you NOW because I CAN and there is nothing you can do to stop the hurting”. If it was my right foot, then I would say that there is a pattern but there is no pattern. There isn’t even a consistency in pain. Some nights I am tortured by burning, other nights I am tortured by vise like grips on my toes. Or like last night, I was tormented by zaps under my toe nail as if someone was trying to rip it off.

So I take my medication and I will be up for the next forty five minutes or so until it kicks in and I can hopefully find some slumber. I hope that I find slumber before I find a razor or get out of bed to get my whiskey. Maybe being drunk is the answer. I know that fresh cuts might help me but I have a wedding to go to this weekend so I don’t want to make a spectacle of my wounds. I have enough scars on my wrist that goes without saying. I just hope that I can stave off the impulses long enough to let the meds kick in and pray that it lessens the pain enough for me to sleep. I hate being like this….