Category: depression

A Good Friday

My aunt, sister, and I went to lunch today. The waitress said I was cute. A while later, while my sister and her were talking about where to have a shower, the waitress recommends a place as long as I am her date. I felt so validated. It has been a long while since someone hit on me. Usually I am oblivious but today I sort of caught on. I didn’t ask her for her number as she was older than I was. I was just flattered.

I managed to shower. It exhausted me. I don’t know what I did but I caused spasms in my chest. I have been in my bed, shirtless. Feels good to be without a shirt finally. I just got my boxers on. I took my mustache down to stubble. It feels so weird. I also trimmed my eyebrows. I think I trimmed more on the right than I did the left. I will have my barber fix it when I see him next week.

I am listening to Timeless on repeat from the Speak Now (TV) album. If I ever get married, I want it to be my wedding song. Some of my favorite artists have come out with new songs but I am not buying new music until I wear out Speak Now.

Grief is so fucking hard

In the quest of trying to change my bedding, I was clearing stuff off my bed that had accumulated since top surgery back in March. I found my mother’s obituary/memorial thing from the funeral home. Just seeing her stupid smiling face made me feel a pang of loss. I didn’t know where to put it so I just shoved it in my drawer thing.

I have been drinking a lot of coffee today. I had four cups so far. It is so hot in my house other than in my room. I finally put my comforter in the wash. My bed is clear and I will hopefully be sleeping in clean sheets tonight. Haven’t decided if I am going to shower or not. I last took a shower over the weekend at the hospital. I thought I brought some t-shirts but I didn’t. I only had two tank tops with me and two long sleeved shirts. It worked out because the AC was blowing so it was cool throughout my stay.

I woke up feeling rested for the first time in forever. I took my beard off. I am down to a stubble. My moustache is a mess. I don’t know how to fix it without shaving it off and I am not ready to do that yet. I found some scissors so might trim it so that it doesn’t look so messed up. I woke up with my chest feeling tight. I took some meds and it loosened up. I just feel really tired now after I have been doing stuff.

I managed to put my comforter and sheets in the wash. I had like four sets of sheets and I can only find one. I can’t seem to find the sheet but found the fitted sheet. Ugh. My foot is flared up with nerve pain right now otherwise I would try and find the damn sheet. I know where the pillow case is at least. I have no idea where my gray sheet set went. Haven’t seen that in a long time. But then, I haven’t really been looking for it either.

Foot is acting up so taking a shower after I make the bed is out. Soon as I finish writing this blog I am going to make the bed. I need to see my barber soon. I am going to try and shave after the cut to take it down some. But my hair grows so fast that it really doesn’t matter if I do or not.

Dr. Jobes came out with his third edition of Managing Suicide Risk. I will be ordering it on Monday. I will have all three versions. I plan on reading the third edition to update my blog about it. I haven’t updated it since the SSF was in its third phase. I am hoping there is now an electronic version of the SSF (suicide status form). I had been making them in a word document but since I don’t have a therapist that uses them, I haven’t updated it to the current form. I’ve seen no reason to.

Sox played day game and lost. They are on their way home. They are off tomorrow, which sucks. They will play the miserable Mets so will probably lose to them. I just don’t have confidence in them anymore. Games they should have kicked ass, they lose. I don’t get it.

Sparks flew today

I had therapy today and I was really nervous about it as she was on vacation when I got admitted. I was really fearing that my admission was holding up the letter I need from her. It was but now she is going to write it. I am glad. The session was mostly about my anger about everything in the last several months, from how I was discharged in a confused state to my mother calling me son a few weeks before she died. I was also mad about not being able to choose the name I wanted because I wanted to be a people pleaser in people accepting me as trans. My therapist said I needed to talk about my anger in order for grief to pass. I am just so angry at my mother for so many reasons. It isn’t just that she fucked with me the last month of her life, either. She never accepted any boundary that I tried to lay out for her. It was always doing what she wanted, not what I wanted. I remember for my 16^th birthday I didn’t want a birthday party as it was the first party after my parents separated and I wasn’t going to spend it with people I hardly knew. She wanted me to spend it with her side of the family. I wanted to spend it with my father’s but it wasn’t possible. I was so hurt. She spoiled birthdays for me ever since. I hate my birthday. I didn’t even get a chance to celebrate my last birthday with her and I feel really hurt about it. She was in the hospital with a broken hip. We had kept the tumor knowledge from her until it was time for the biopsy. Just really sucked she died in four months time. No one knew. I was in denial about her decline. But I still helped take care of her, despite my feelings of hate for her.

After therapy, I tried to clear my bed off. I am almost there but my back keeps spazzing on me so I need to rest. I just have my “office” area to clear. I have a paper pile up. I don’t even remember what these papers are. I found a cab voucher that I will use next week when I see my pcp. I changed it from virtual to in person because my knees acted up while I was in the hospital and I think I should get them checked out. I am scared it might be the beginning of osteoarthritis. Both knees hurt in similar areas so not sure if they are injured or it is degeneration. Going down stairs is more painful than going up. I have to do one step at a time to avoid pain.

I had four cups of coffee today. I wanted to go to Starbucks but it is like 90 degrees out and I hate heat so much. I have stayed in my room most of the day except for eating and using the bathroom. I found my last box of Spring Day coffee from Starbucks. So good. I had to buy more coffee as there is only a few cups left. I have been up since 9 when my aunt called me. She wanted to know if I wanted to go to her house today. I told her I had therapy. We might get together for lunch later this week.

I am still so angry my mother fucked with me and I can’t ask her if she was serious about calling me son as we never talked about it. I know from experience that kidney failure can mess with the mind. I don’t know if she was in her right mind when she called me son in front of her sister. Then I have when she had a moment of clarity she recognized me and then afterwards she didn’t. She drifted off into the dying phase and never regained consciousness again. I feel like I am left holding the fucking bag with a few important questions that will never be answered.

Going home

I got discharged from the hospital today. They sent a chair car for me so I sat in a wheelchair on the way home. I am glad there wasn’t traffic on the highway. There was a ton of traffic around the hospital though so it was tough just getting to the highway that was less than a mile away. The driver asked me where I lived. He got the city wrong and I was like oh man…but he corrected himself and opted for the highway rather than the back roads. I was glad as I knew there was construction near the end of the backroads near my town.

I came home and my room was 84 degrees. I checked the temp outside and it was 84 degrees. So gross. I hate summer. I immediately turned on the AC by remote which surprisingly worked. I have had difficulty with the remote since I got the AC in my window. I don’t know why. It is touchpad like so I am thinking something is off on it or I just don’t know where the sensor is on the AC as I am just randomly pointing it, trying to get it to work. I was going to go pick up my prescriptions but I wanted to listen to Speak Now (Taylor’s Version). My laptop didn’t want to cooperate with me for like an hour. I didn’t want to do a restart as it was just one program that refused to open. Unfortunately, it was the program I needed to get the songs on my phone. So I waited until my computer “warmed up” and then tried again and this time it worked. By this time, I lost energy as I was tired from being in a hot room trying to cool off.

I got the songs loaded on my phone and then checked the bus schedule. I had a half hour until the next bus so I rested for a half hour. I didn’t sleep. I got dressed and then went out. I had to get half and half as there was none in the house. I stopped at the grocery store and got some and then headed toward the pharmacy. The doc had called in a multivitamin but that wasn’t covered by my insurance so I didn’t get it. I wasn’t going to pay for a 2 week supply. I got the medication I needed and then went back to the bus stop. I hoped the bus would come sooner rather than later as I didn’t want the half and half to spoil in the heat. It came in like 10 mins and I was thankful.

I am really liking the new songs on the Speak Now (TV) album. I had to create a playlist because my phone split it to two albums for some reason. The lyrics of the new songs are powerful. One song got me so much. I can’t remember the name. I am still getting used to them. The album will be on repeat for the next month so I guess that is my warning if you don’t like Taylor.