Tag: bipolar disorder

Low key Saturday

by Midnight Demon, posted in Bipolar Disorder, blogging, Chronic pain, chronic physical pain, CRPS, depression, disability, mental illness, mood disorders

I still had the same pain I’ve been feeling all week. I didn’t have anything to do but go to Walgreens to get my meds fills, and even that I didn’t want to do.

A few weeks ago, I was reading an article about how fish oil combined with an anti depressant helped to ease depressive symptoms. I tried to find the highest dose of EPA and DHA but couldn’t. So I just got a high dose of fish oil. It came a few days ago. I took one that day and was going to take it everyday but forgot. I remembered this morning so took it. It is a huge pill. Thankfully it doesn’t have any fishy aftertaste. I’ll put it in my med box for the week when I fill it tomorrow.

I had cereal for breakfast and then I made coffee. I was going to finish it then go to the store but decided to take it with me. I just put on a pair of sweatpants, grabbed my mug, and left. It was warm out so I was glad I didn’t wear a jacket. A lot people came to get flu shots. I waited for them to fill my meds and then walked home. My ankle was feeling like a rod was going through it. I’ve had so many different types of pain this week. I haven’t done any of my PT exercises. I just don’t want to make the pain worse.

My cousin with bipolar disorder invited me to have dinner at his house. Pain in the ass has called me 3 times today to confirm. He woke me from my nap. I thought he wanted me to come early so when I was a little more awake, I called him back. No, 1830-1900 is still on. WTF. He wasn’t even home the ass. I hope it goes well. I just worry about getting to his apartment as he is on the 3rd floor. That is a lot of stairs. I’ll probably take a shower when I come home as he is a heavy smoker.

I don’t have any plans for tomorrow. I might make a zucchini bread as I bought zucchini. I also want to make a pumpkin bread. I just haven’t had the energy to make it. A friend of mine gave me the recipe. Maybe if I feel up to it, I’ll make both.

Lunch with a friend and other things

by Midnight Demon, posted in Bipolar Disorder, blogging, Chronic pain, chronic physical pain, CRPS, mood disorders, physical pain

I went to bed around 3. Pain was being such a fuck. I was getting hopeless and depressed. I sent my psychiatrist a message but she never responded. I see her Monday. I hope that she understands what I am going through.

I woke up around 6 and then around 830. I didn’t want to leave the comfort of my bed. I didn’t have to leave the house till around 1030. I had a list of things to do after I saw my friend for lunch. It would depend on how much pain I was in but I would try.

I went downstairs to put the groceries away. The delivery came and I just put away the frozen and refrigerated stuff. I left everything else as I wanted to sleep. My mother was up. She asked why I left the stuff and I told her why. I did three trips to the kitchen, my office, and the back porch. I was exhausted afterward. I didn’t feel like showering. I went upstairs and got dressed. I brought my tote bag with me as I didn’t feel like carrying my backpack. I grabbed my mug for coffee. I needed coffee.

It was cold and the wind made it colder. I didn’t wear my scarf. I wish I did. The bus seemed to take forever. It finally came after twenty minutes. I thought about ordering a mobile order for Starbucks but I didn’t know what I wanted to drink. Even when I got there, I was staring at the menu. I finally decided on a toffee latte and a cheese danish.

I brought my journal along in case I had time to write but I didn’t. I took a few sips of the latte to make room for the lid and then left for the train station. As I was walking to the station, my friend messaged me about meeting 15 mins later. That was no problem. I waited for her at the restaurant.

We had a good time catching up. The food was good. We talked about all kind of things. The last conversation we had was about our friend who died by suicide 2 years ago. It was something we were hoping to avoid but couldn’t. Chris was a close friend to her than I was. She told me aspects of his life I didn’t know and it made me angry the his partner treated him wrongly. It was sad that he took his life for reasons only he would know.

My friend and I parted. She went back to her building and I went off to do my errands. I literally went around one big circle, with the train station being the starting point. I did all the I wanted and added one. I made an appt with a new eye doc as my doc retired. I need new glasses as I have been having trouble reading with the ones I have.

I went back to the Square and froze as I waited for the bus. I missed the 1420 so had to wait for the 1520. It was on time. I was feeling ok pain wise. Least I was until I got up at my stop. Then it felt like a rod went through my ankle. I limped the rest of the way home.

I got home and there was mail and some packages for me. I brought them inside, sorted them, and then dashed up the steps. I needed to use the bathroom. It was too late. I wet my pants and I wasn’t happy. I changed and then opened my packages. Some were for the kitchen as I bought a new electric can opener. Hope it is easy to use. The rest of the stuff I brought upstairs. My feet were ice cold. I put on a pair of socks. My mother was making the cod I bought yesterday for dinner. It was really good.

After dinner I was really cold and sleepy. I decided to take a nap. I wasn’t expecting the door bell to startle me awake. I woke up all disoriented, not knowing where I was or what time of day it was. I was still cold. I didn’t go downstairs to see what was going on. I snoozed for a bit before my bladder told me to get up again. I went downstairs and it was really cold. I turned up the heat a notch. Probably will regret it but least I’ll be warm!

Atypical migraines are so much fun

by Midnight Demon, posted in Bipolar Disorder, blogging, Chronic pain, chronic physical pain, CRPS, mood disorders, physical pain

I didn’t have the best sleep. Woke up in pain, the same pain I’ve been having the last three days. I managed to go back to sleep for a few hours. Then I got up to use the bathroom and brush my teeth. Decided to make breakfast even though it was noon. It came out alright. I was debating making coffee but thought I would go back to sleep. My ankle was still being a fuck. Bearing weight just killed me as did any movement. It was close to 1230 by the time I finished breakfast. I decided to go to the Square to get a haircut, my Casi Cielo, and burgers for tonight and then pick up my prescriptions.

I was kind of early for the bus so had to wait. It was cold and sunny. I had to wear my Sox hat because the sun was in my eyes. The wind made it feel colder than it was. The bus came and I got to the Square. I went to my barber’s shop. He was available so I didn’t have to wait. I showed him a cut I wanted rather than the usual one i get. It looked really good. I like it.

I then went Starbucks and got two bags of my coffee. I wanted a cup of that coffee but they didn’t have it for the day. I was bummed. I had a mocha instead. I didn’t stay too long as the next bus was coming. I went to the butcher shop for burgers. I also looked at the cod. It was 12 bucks for a pound and a half. I got it. I really wanted fish. I walked back to the bus stop and waited.

Bus came and then I went to Walgreens. I thought they would have the invega that was out of stock yesterday but it didn’t come in today. They said it could be tomorrow and if not call them and they can shop around for where I can get it. I was bummed. I started to feel dizzy but it was manageable. I walked home. The package my friend in Canada sent me arrived. I got the mail and brought it all upstairs. My mother wasn’t home. She was down her sister’s. I put the stuff away and then brought my package upstairs. The dizziness got a little worse as I climbed the stairs.

I opened the box and it had a lot of things. Two mugs, a journal, a cute stuffed giraffe, and a Canadian towel. Chocolate too! I was so happy. It made my day.

My mother came home and I was getting a little hungry. Maybe that was why I was dizzy. I made us dinner and the dizziness got worse. I went up to my room and the big light hurt my eyes. Took me a little while to realize it was a migraine. I took my migraine meds. I feel better but am wicked tired, which is typical after a migraine. I wish I could sleep but I got to stay up for my grocery delivery. It is coming soon, I hope.

I made a list of things I need to do tomorrow. If I get 2 of the 4 done I’ll be happy. I am glad I figured out the dizzy spells were of migraine activity than something else. Hate it that I have atypical migraines. Here I was thinking it was a withdrawal of some med but I have been taking all my meds and have not been skipping doses. So weird. I am glad it is sorted out now. Now I know what to do the next time it happens.

PT and other boring things

by Midnight Demon, posted in Bipolar Disorder, blogging, chronic physical pain, depression, mood disorders

PT and other boring things

I woke up with ankle pain, like someone was trying to scoop out my ankle bone. It hurt worse if I bear weight on it. I took a shower, which just made things worse. I had about two hours before I had to leave for PT. I was thinking about canceling it because it hurt so bad. I took a strong pain pill as it would be at least three hours before I could take my regular pain meds. The meds seemed to bring it down a few notches so I went to PT. I had a protein bar as I was hungry. I thought about going to the donut shop but the bus got there later than expected and I didn’t have time to grab something.

PT asked how I was and I said a lot of pain. She said we would be doing mirror therapy. It was weird and I was a little freaked out. She kept pointing to my image of my right foot and calling it my left as I was moving it. I seriously had to think why wasn’t my foot moving when it was. Then it dawn on me that it was really my right foot not my left. The pain kind of subsided a little but my foot got really cold, like ice. I wasn’t bracing going home. The PT gave me a list of all the exercises I was to do but I can pick and choose to my tolerance level. She wanted me to focus on the ankle range of motion exercises more than the others and to also use the app. I am starting to hate the app but didn’t tell her that. I am supposed to do it 2-4 times a day. I’m lucky if I do it 3 times a week. My scores are improving though, so I guess that is good.

I luckily didn’t have to wait too long for the bus and it was the one that would take me home so I didn’t have to transfer when it got to the station. I just listened to music the whole way. When I got off the bus, my phone came off my belt, clip and all. WTF I have no idea why it did that. I fixed it and made sure it was securely on. I then went to the bakery to get some bread for my mother. My foot was aching so bad from being cold. I decided I was going to order out for dinner/lunch. My cousin was over the house so I waited for him to leave before I ordered. It was good. I’ll probably have cereal if I am hungry later.

My check came in today so I payed all my bills and ordered some stuff on Amazon. I thought my mother would be going to the bank today but she couldn’t get a ride. That means I got to wait till Monday for things to clear to know what I truly have left. I planned on going to the grocery store tomorrow but it kind of got worse after I had my food delivered and is going up by the hour. I just decided to order online and have it delivered. There is no way I can walk around a grocery store, do shopping, bring it home, lug it up the stairs, put it away and not suffer. Better to just have them deliver it and then I can put it away, even though that means paying a little more for it. Kills me that my tuna used to be $1.79 is now $2.09. At the cheap grocery store it is 3 for $5.

Friday I am hoping to have lunch with a friend of mine in Boston. We met through the Boston Alliance for Gay and Lesbian Youth (BAGLY). Not sure what the acronym is now as they have included transgender and questioning kids. It will be good to see her as we haven’t seen each other in years. We bumped into each other when I was working at the hospital every now and then but we only talked for a few minutes. It will be good to catch up with her. I just hope my pain is down by then.