pain and feeling tired

Pain and feeling tired

I slept most of yesterday. I just couldn’t get out of bed. I wanted to go to the post office but I laid down to charge my phone and that was the end of me. I was in bed the rest of the night. I had a hard time sleeping through the night. I kept waking up from weird dreams. Around 6 my back hurt really bad. I took a BT med and tried to go back to sleep. I ended up getting up around 9 to pee and have some coffee. I brushed my teeth. I knew I had to have a BM so I waited a little while and sure enough, they moved so I went back to the bathroom. While I was wiping myself, I had a greenish discharge. I don’t know what that is about. Hope I don’t have an infection. I see the doc Tuesday so I am not worried about getting an appointment.

I went to the post office and I was out of breath when I came back home. I opened the package and there was this thing no bigger than a pack of cigarettes. No wires or sticky stuff. You just hold the thing on your chest while it records the event. Only trouble I see is that you really have to be naked to hold it to your chest firmly. All four connections need to be held to the skin. So this isn’t going to be as easy as I thought it would be.

I sent the first recording over to the company. Now we just wait for my heart to palpate. I haven’t had any episodes the past few days but then I haven’t really left my room to do anything. I am tired and hungry. I don’t feel like cooking so I think I am just going to have cereal.

I just had my first event. It went ok. My heart is still racing. I am wicked tired. It’s only a little after 230p. I had a cup of tea to try and wake me up a little bit. Coffee has just been making me really tired but I got to have it first thing when I wake up, no matter what time it is. It is like a ritual. I get up and have coffee.

I had to go pee and because the urge was strong, I voided. It still bloody hurts to go. There wasn’t much urine left after I peed so that was good. I didn’t put myself on a timer today because I have the urge today. I helped my mother get up the stairs. I am tired. My head hurts for some reason. I am still having palpitations.

I bought a binder for the memoir I plan on printing out one of these days. I might do it tomorrow. I really should clear off my bed and change the sheets. Maybe I will do that instead.

a tiring fucking day

A tiring fucking day

I am wicked tired. I woke up in the middle of the night to pee and only stayed up long enough to check my messages on my phone and then went back to bed. My morning med alarm went off. I shut it off and then went back to sleep. I missed PT because I didn’t get up. Then my bowels and bladder forced me up. Thank god my mother was done with the bathroom or I would have had a bowel accident. I would have made coffee or tea then but my mother was making her lunch and was using the space where the coffee maker was. I went back to bed for another couple of hours.

I got up around 2 and listened to my messages. My PT left a message as she was worried about me not showing up. I sent her a message saying that I overslept and that I was ok, just tired. I made some coffee and had some Belvita cookies. By the time I was done, it was time to log on the computer for the my zoom meeting with the group leader for the chronic pain group. The meeting went well and I can start next week. I am kind of nervous about it. It is a small group with about seven people give or take if they all show up.

Migraine just hit me so that is all for today.

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I got my blinders on and my anxiety has taken the reins. We were able to talk about it. I got one of the reins back but not the other one. I am so set on disappointment that my suicidality is in only mode which is a huge red flag. Therapist knows this even though I am being vague. She said psychologically I am ok to have the surgery but that doesn’t mean my physiology is ok, meaning the damn BMI may hinder surgery. I need to wait till April 19th with this weight of anxiety on me and suicidality. Every day is going to be hard and this dysphoria doesn’t help. Hating my body because I am not a male is killing me. I want to be flat chested and I don’t care if I have nipples or not. That isn’t important to me. Having the breast tissue gone is what is important to me. I won’t have bottom surgery because my privates don’t work right as it is. Taking out my clit and vagina doesn’t appeal to me. I actually like them so they are staying. Uterus is gone so no more periods to worry about. But if my size is what is going to keep this breast on, I am dead. I have it all planned out. Which is why I am trying to remain hopeful it will go ok and I won’t be rejected. If I have to wait due to damn covid fine. But if I have to wait because I need to lose 40lbs. Nope. Nice knowing you all. Blinders are saying this. I need More options or the entrapment I feel will suffocate me. Constriction and perturbation is high. That is all I will say for now.