bad night of pain

Bad night of pain

I was listening to the game and it was tied so I decided to shower as I smelled. After the shower, as usual, I was exhausted and then my foot/ankle flared up on me. It is still hurting. The Sox lost and I am upset about it because they had so many chances to win. It was an up and down game so really hurt to lose.

I had therapy yesterday and my therapist really upset me. She said that I don’t need to be in the hospital and said I could go to the ED but they won’t do anything for me. I know this isn’t true. She didn’t evaluate me on my suicidal risk so she really doesn’t know how bad I just don’t want to be here. I think if she knew that, she might change her mind. She thinks I need partial but I don’t want to go to skill groups. I think they are a waste of time for me because I can’t really grasp things like I used to and besides, these things take practice. I can learn it from a book more than a group setting. The book I am reading now on CBT and suicidal thinking is helping more than anything else that I have read on the subject. Book is called choosing to live. It is an excellent book. I was in a mood yesterday so didn’t bring it up like I wanted to. There was a section I read that I wanted to share with her. She makes me so angry. I don’t know why she doesn’t trust me that I know better of what can help me when I need help. I think being in the hospital will help me because it has in the past. It kind of resets me. Right now I am not doing good. I am not eating or sleeping right. I am tired all the time. I wish I were dead. I also know that maybe spending a few nights away from home will help me with my PTSD of listening out for my mother so that maybe my sleep will get back on track. I know my mother is gone but I still listen out for her every time I am awake during the middle of the night. I’ve tried to calm myself by saying it is ok and that she is gone so no more looking out for her but that just makes me sad and I miss her even more. Grief is a hard thing.

I am so tired and wish I could sleep. My sister left her room so I am waiting for her to go back to it. It is so stupid that I am listening to this shit.

I made a bacon sandwich when I got up but it didn’t taste good. My taste buds are off. Even my coffee didn’t taste good. I had a pop tart, too. It was okay. That was the only thing that tasted right today. I haven’t eaten anything else today. I really want pasta but I don’t feel like cooking. I had an Ensure that I take with my meds as I need 350 calories to take for it.

Tomorrow I have three appointments. I have PT, then my pcp appointment, then the bereavement group. My therapist thinks I should have some time with the group before I go in the hospital as I said I would give it another two weeks time. She thinks grief is going to take longer. She might be right. I don’t know I just feel so damn lost.

I have been having nerve pain in my chest on the left side and it is freaking me out. I know it isn’t cardiac because I am not having any other symptoms but damn, the pain is so intense. It is like a stabbing pain. The swelling on my right hasn’t gone down and now I am wondering if maybe I should be massaging it or something. I sent a message to the NP to see if that will help. It just looks like I have breast tissue again and it is bothering me. I hope that what I feel isn’t fat as that will take more than massage to get rid of.

I haven’t had the time to think more about my personal statement for UMB. I got the letter from my psychiatrist which doesn’t say much other than that he cleared me for attending classes. I wish my psych was still my psych so she could write something for me that would help me other than just clearing me for classes. I guess they need detailed information. Just lovely. Ugh. I can do this. I wrote a damn memoir for crying out loud. Why is this so hard? I am currently working on another memoir. I have gotten so good at being concise in my writing, I find it hard to expand on things. Some story teller I am.

One of the groups I am in on Facebook posted about a trans book. I plan on getting it next week when I get paid. I am also planning on getting a t-shirt that says Baseball Isn’t Boring. I think that will be cool to get. I am a hard lover of baseball.

Countries you want to visit #WPD

What countries do you want to visit?

England. Ireland to see Carol Anne. And Austrailia

Favorite thing about self #wpd

What’s your favorite thing about yourself?

Sarcasm

Juneteenth 2023

Juneteenth 2023

My cousin called me around 11 and that woke me up. I had made plans with him for him to take me to the Square so I could do a few errands. It was a quick trip. I was back home within an hour. Now my foot is flared up. I am debating on taking something for it. I am so tired of being in fucking pain. Last night I had a dream and it wasn’t a good one. I felt suicidal when I woke up. Thankfully the feelings didn’t last long.

I am going to try and clear off my bed so I can wash my bedding. I also need to work on my personal statement a little bit. A friend said that I should include more things about me so they know me as what I wrote is pretty short and to the point. She felt it could be a bit longer.

I took a couple hours nap after I did my errands. I was feeling really tired. I didn’t want to go out but the errands had to be done. My niece made baked cauliflower again and I had the last of it. It has been the only thing I have eaten all day. My appetite has been off and on. Some days I eat and other days I don’t.

I feel really depressed. It’s hard to concentrate. I just want to lay down and do nothing. I am in pain. Foot flared up soon after I came home. I am exhausted dealing with pain every day again. Every day my foot and ankle remind me they are “there”. That is the best way to describe CRPS. The pain is unpredictable and changes daily. So frustrating. I know my therapist would want me to do something to help my depression but I am so tired. I just want to sleep. I am listening to music now. I will probably listen to the game tonight. That is if I can stay awake.