Tag: bipolar disorder

A Trip to the Museum

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

Trip to the Museum

I planned on going to the Museum of Fine Arts today if the weather permitted. Snow was in the forecast and I wasn’t sure what it was going to be like. I woke up early enough and when I saw outside, it had stopped snowing. There wasn’t that much on the ground so I decided to get going. I took a shower and made coffee. My mother can always be counted upon to make snide remarks. She was washing clothes so I took off my shirt. I didn’t think it was a big deal. She has seen me naked before. But she had to say that it was shameful. I tried not to let it bother me but it did. She can be such a bitch.

As I wasn’t heading to the Square, I took my time in getting ready. I went to Walgreens to fill my prescription and then went to the bus stop. Luckily I didn’t have to wait too long as it was cold out. I did have to wait a bit for the train. I don’t know why people talk to me when I have my headphones on. There was a guy that got on the elevator with me to go to the platform. At the platform he starts a conversation with me, telling me how his girlfriend kicked him out and he is now homeless. I could give two shits about his problems. He just went on and on and I was praying for the train to hurry up. Luckily when it did come, he got on another car and I did too. I only had two stops to go to catch another train.

I got off at the museum stop and walked to the entrance. I am glad it was at the front of the building. I haven’t been to the museum in years and the last I went, it was through some door around the corner. It wasn’t there this time, just in the front of the building with stairs. Great! I didn’t see a ramp I could walk up so I did the stairs. Thankfully, they were wide enough apart and not that many. I didn’t have any problems with my membership card and walked through the museum. I had to ask where the Frida Kahlo exhibit was. It was on the 3rd floor of the place. I asked if there was an elevator and there was. I had to walk through a fancy dining hall to get to where I was going.

I got to the 3rd floor and looked for the exhibit. I was excited that I was finally going to see her art. Or thought I was. There were photos of Frida and then photos that she took, about 9 or so. I was so disappointed. My calf was starting to hurt from the brace. I walked around to see the other exhibits on the floor then made my way back to the exit, feeling downhearted. I had waited all year for this exhibited to be shown and for it to not be what I was expecting was just upsetting. When I came down the first floor, I saw the Egyptian exhibit and would have seen that but my calf was fricken barking at me. I left and then sat down in front of the museum to post online about my disappointment. I rested a few minutes as I just missed the train and would have to wait at least 10 mins for the next one.

I made my way across the street and waited. There wasn’t any seating so I had to stand. My calf was really bothering me and I don’t know why. I still had to go to Stop and Shop to see if I could get a disposable 10 inch pie plate. By the time I made it back, the temperature dropped and the wind was bitter cold. I didn’t have to wait too long for the bus to the store. I found a 9×9 square pan that I can use. Then I walked back to the bus stop. As I was walking, I saw a bus roll by. I knew I would have to wait. I still needed to get to the pharmacy to pick up my prescription. The next bus came about five minutes later. I was really cold. My calf decided it was going to hurt me even if I was sitting down. I couldn’t understand it as this device is made for fucking walking so it shouldn’t be bothering me. I guess I did too much.

I was starving by the time I came home as I didn’t eat lunch or really have breakfast. I made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. My mother had been baking and used my damn walnuts for her banana bread. Now I need to buy them because I don’t have enough for my cake. I am so fucking pissed. She was arguing with me about how much was left. I need a half cup and there is maybe a fourth of a cup left. Then we were talking about the oven use. She plans on making pies Wednesday. I don’t have money until then to get the fucking walnuts so she will have to wait to make her pies. I should have bought them when I bought the cranberries but I didn’t think my mother was going to use my ingredients for her stuff. Damn bitch. She didn’t even ask if she could have them. I am so damn annoyed. Then she wants me to make dinner because she needs to “rest”. Are you fucking kidding me?? She is making cookies as I am writing this. I think she can make dinner while she is at it. Think I need an Ativan before I explode.

Sunday Blog 21

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

Sunday Blog 21

My mother needed eggs so I went to the store to get some as they were on sale. She could have told me this when I went to the grocery store yesterday but she didn’t. Idiot. She makes me so mad because she just thinks that I am an able bodied person that can do things.

I still need to find a 10 inch pie plate to make my cake. I was going to use a square pan but it’s 11 inches and I think it would be too big. I am going to see if I can just get a disposable pan at Walgreens or the dollar store.

My brother in law took out my AC this morning. I am glad because there is going to be possible snow tomorrow. Figures because I was planning on going to the Museum of Fine Arts. I still haven’t figured out how to get to the green line to get there. I guess I will have to take the bus to the orange line and then transfer. That will be the easiest way. But it means no Starbucks. I will have to make it at home. I made it today and it was perfect. The half and half was good and didn’t curdle.

My mother made a stir fry for dinner instead of stuffed chicken breasts. I like the stir fry better so I am glad she made it. She also made baked potatoes. I usually add salt and butter to it but tonight I couldn’t be bothered so just ate it plain. It was okay. I am not a huge baked potato fan. I usually like them mashed or in a salad of some sort. My favorite is when my mother makes them in a vinegar salad. I think it’s healthier than with mayonnaise or mashed.

Before dinner, I laid down because I was feeling really sleepy. My mother called just when I was about to hit some deep sleep so I feel kind of groggy. So of course, my ankle has decided to flare up. I am so sick of being in pain. If it wasn’t Thanksgiving this week, I might attempt. I just don’t care anymore. I need to go to the pharmacy tomorrow and fill my prescription. I wish it was a lethal dose of doxepin. Fat chance of ever getting that again. I will drop it off before heading to the museum, if the weather permits.

Now that I know my mother isn’t going to be calling me so I can take my pain meds and head toward oblivion. Least I hope to. Never know with chronic pain. I filled my med box this morning as I was up early to allow my brother in law access to my AC. I still have three hours before I can take them. So damn long. I think I am going to crash and hope that it doesn’t keep me up all night. Sometimes I can wake up from a nap, take my meds, and then fall back to sleep. I know I have been up and down the stairs most of the day, which doesn’t help my ankle pain. I need a shower but it’s not happening tonight. I have been running hot and cold all day today, not mood wise but feeling wise. I was wicked hot when I came back from the store and then I was freezing cold when I went to make my lunch. I just couldn’t get warmed up. Now I am feeling hot again. I was wearing my new Nebraska fleece pullover. It was warm and the sleeves are too long for me (I am short so men’s XL’s don’t always fit right). I was disappointed it didn’t have pockets. But I love it just the same. Now I just have to get a Nebraska hat and I will be set.

bewitching hour has hit

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

Bewitching hour has hit

It’s now 0200. I can usually fall asleep within the next half hour or I will be up all night. It’s an either or battle that I face. As I am not really tired, I say that I am going to be up most of the night. I just took some Neurontin as my foot is starting to burn. I was having a conversation with a Canadian friend of mine about this drug. She take 1800 mg/day and still has nerve pain in her foot. That is an adequate dose. I take any where between 600-1200 mg or more a night. I find that taking the dose all at once is helpful for me and keeps the nerve pain away for at least 24-48 hours. Of course, if I am in a bad pain flare, that can be less coverage and I will need to take it on a regular basis for a while.

The drag races have started in my area. I don’t know why cars must have their tires screech in the midnight hours. It’s so stupid. I just hope no accidents occur or people get hurt. If I knew exactly where they were racing, I would report them. I don’t know what the police would do because by the time they would show up, the cars could be gone. So annoying.

I had fun watching my niece tonight. We didn’t watch a movie like she said we were going to. She just played on her tablet and I napped. I was in a pizza coma so slept for about an hour. Probably why I am still up. I played on my phone or on my laptop. There was some funny shit going on about Pence and his experience at the theater for the musical “Hamilton”. People are so creative in creating memes and stuff that I am just in awe. There was also some stuff going on about the president-elect and his business that is still going on. I am really afraid for this country and what is going to happen in the next four years. No wonder I am so suicidal. I honestly don’t want to be around should this country go down the toilet after all the stuff Obama did to get us back on track.

My psychiatrist didn’t ask me what my plans were for ending my life and I didn’t tell her. I just told her flatly that I was suicidal. She made me tell her that I would page her should that change to acting on my feelings. I told her that only time it really becomes a problem is when my pain levels are through the roof and I can see no way out of it in sight. Sure I have a date set and will have the pills I plan on using but I have a feeling my dorky therapist is going to be watching me like a hawk. There is no longer going to be any wiggle room about this is in therapy. It just depresses me because it just makes me feel defeated. And I don’t want to let my psychiatrist down by attempting. She is trusting me a heck of a lot. I have never lied to her. That is why our relationship has always been a good match. I have always been straight with her and she knows this. I am wicked torn. Part of me just wants to say fuck you and end it and then part of me doesn’t because I know I will lose the trust of my two professionals that care an awful lot about me. That trust is what is keeping me from being inpatient right now.

My psychiatrist and I did go over going in the hospital but I told her there was no “treatment” there anymore. I would just be babysat and that is not what I need. Besides, with the holiday coming up, I really don’t want to be in the hospital. Maybe afterwards. I don’t know if it would help. The biggest thing is the admitting doc always asks “what set you off” and honestly, I don’t know. Why am I choosing now to be inpatient rather than last week? I don’t know. I hate being inpatient only because I hate being on their schedule for meds and stuff. I rather be on my schedule but that isn’t how it works.

My pillow is calling me. I hope I am able to sleep through the night without waking up in pain. It’s late enough so I hope to be awake enough by the time the football game starts. But who knows, I might be sleeping all day because I have been up half the night.

Saturday Blog 70

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

Saturday Blog 70

I got up and did some shopping for a cake that I want to make for Thanksgiving. I wanted to get some salsa and chips but they didn’t have the kind of salsa I wanted so I didn’t get anything but the ingredients for the cake. I will probably make the cake Tuesday and I think my mother will be baking Wednesday.

I came home with the task of still needing to make a path to clear to get my AC out of the window. I thought I could take it out myself but the window wouldn’t budge. I’ll have to leave it to my brother in law now. He is going to take it out tomorrow.

I was able to get a soy latte after I did the grocery shopping. That gave me energy but no motivation to do anything. Both my college football teams won when I came home. It was nerve racking watching the OSU game. Last year they played the same team and won with a hail Mary field goal attempt. It was the first game OSU lost and I was disappointed.

I’m watching my niece today. We are having pizza and then watching a movie. I told my sister that I work for pizza. No pizza, no services. She laughed. It should be a good night. I love hanging with my niece. She is 11 and is the youngest. I like to spend as much time with her as possible until she becomes a teen and then I won’t see her.

Pain levels are manageable for right now. I was just going to wear sneakers to go to the store but decided it would be better to wear the brace. If I wore my sneakers, I would have to bring my cane and that sucks when you are shopping.

I found out bad news when I came home from shopping and checked Facebook. Two of my friends lost their furry companions today. I feel so sad for them. One was an older dog who I think just died of old age. The other died of bone cancer. He was diagnosed a couple months ago and was only given a short time to live. I feel bad about this because my friend has an autistic son and they bonded pretty well. When their other dog died, the son really didn’t know what was going on. They have since gotten another puppy that is really cute. I hope he fills the void a little bit for them.

Yesterday when I saw my psychiatrist, I asked her for a refill for Zoloft. I saw her send it to Walgreens but the stupid computer system decided to send it to two pharmacies. I now have one at Walgreens, which I picked up today, and then one at CVS, which will be sent to me after the 8th of Dec. Stupid system. I’d rather have a good supply of meds now because in January, I am going to have to start paying for my meds again until June.