Will write tomorrow about today but here’s a baby bulldog
Long PT session and other things
I woke up with my arm very sore. I don’t know what I do in my sleep that makes it angry. I had my coffee and my biscuits. I had an appointment with my psychiatrist that I had to be at my PT place for because the times were close together. We talked on the phone because zoom was not a good connection. He agreed to give me the 90 day Latuda and refilled my Ativan script. He thinks my frozen episodes are anxiety related and wants me to try and take an Ativan before it happens or when I feel it coming on. I am glad it is not a medication issue.
PT was not so great. My arm is more sore after seeing her. We went to do the stick exercises and my bicep muscles flipped out. I hurt so much. I thought I was going to cry. The muscles are so tight and sore. I got to put more heat on them. I am to lay off the exercises for tomorrow but to do them half step the following day. The PT said it could take up to four months before I am better. Fuck. I am two months into this so hopefully I am halfway there. The ortho was vague in his notes about how to proceed. I see the shoulder guy next month. Maybe I will get better answers from him. I never broke a bone before so I have no idea what time it takes to heal. I know that lifting my 5lb weights are off limits right now. I will only aggravate the muscles more than they are irritated.
My psychiatrist said that a secretary will be calling to book our next appointment. That if I don’t hear from them in a few weeks to send him a message. I asked if it will be in person and he said no. His department is still virtual due to the new threats. So weird because I will be seeing my therapist tomorrow. I told my PT I was seeing her and she asked how long has it been. I said more than a year and a half. I have my outfit all picked out. I am going to wear my new cardigan with my jeans. I haven’t decided if I am going to wear my khaki colored jeans or blue ones. I will decide tomorrow.
My mother had supper for me when I came home from PT. I had just planned on making a frozen dinner. I had hot dogs and potatoes with an artichoke. It was good. There was also chicken cutlets so I had one. Now I am going to color a dinosaur and post it to Twitter.
Not having a good day so here is a golden puppy
Sunday Blog 12122021
I didn’t do much today. I have been feeling tired and kind of moody. I have been avoiding my sister because she misgendered me again last night as she threw my name into a fight she was having with my mother. Apparently all I do is sleep all day and leave a mess around the house. She also doesn’t believe I suffer from pain. She doesn’t care.
My bladder has been hurting me all day today. After every cath, I have been having pain. I am debating on getting another UA/C+S but will be crushed if it is negative again. Urine has been clear so I think it will be negative. I have no urge today so I just been going on a timer or feeling full. I finally moved my bowels this morning. I almost didn’t make it to the bathroom in time. It was a close call.
I did my meds for the week. I am pretty stocked for at least a month for most of my meds. I just worry about the unexpected expense of something like an antibiotic or my PRN meds. Only med that I need refilled is my lorazepam. I meet with my psychiatrist this week so will get it done then. He doesn’t give me refills like my previous psych so I got to ask for it every month. I need to tell him about these frozen feelings where I feel like I can’t move. I don’t know if it is a symptom of PTSD or a side effect of medication. I hope I remember.
I am listening to Taylor’s Red (TV) and Reputation albums. Eventually I will listen to all of her songs. Her birthday is tomorrow. I can’t wait to wish her a happy birthday.
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