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PTSD anxiety is so much fun, NOT

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

PTSD anxiety is so much fun, NOT

I had a PTSD flare because of pain. It brought out anxiety. I tried to get a hold of a friend to talk to but she was not available. I paged my psychiatrist and we chatted for a bit. She said I am going through a lot and I am managing but she thinks the hospital would be better for me. Why, I don’t know. I really don’t want to go back to the hospital. It’s nothing more than a babysitting service.

I cried while I was on the phone with my psych. I couldn’t help it. I was so revved up with anxiety and I am not an anxious person. The pain was driving me mad and today being an anniversary day was just too much. I kept going through the red flags of CES, telling myself I didn’t have it but my brain just wouldn’t get it off it’s mind. No matter that I could walk, wiggle my toes, have control of my bowels and bladder, etc. it just wouldn’t calm the fuck down. The pain was really the trigger and I couldn’t go anything to bring the pain levels down. I had taken my meds but it would be a while for it to kick in. I told my psych this and she tried waiting with me about what to do to calm me down. She said to watch TV but I don’t watch TV. I read. So I read Huck Finn for a bit. I told her I was going to read 1984 but she said that might be too much. So Huck Finn it was.

I read four chapters of Huck Finn and then the anxiety went down a notch or three. I am feeling tired now. I have to call my psychiatrist tomorrow after my therapist appointment to let her know how it goes. I was going to email her but I think I will page her. Then we can talk about if I need to go to the hospital or not. I really want to see my psychiatrist on Friday so I really don’t want to go into the hospital on Thursday.

I have my bag packed but I think I might bring my suitcase with me instead of my backpack. It might be easier and then I will bring my backpack with me so I can bring my books and journal. It will also be less stress on my back. I will bring my Sox blanket with me. It comforts me when I am in the hospital.

I didn’t tell my psych that I had suicidal urges earlier this afternoon. She knows I don’t page her unless I am really in need to talk to someone and not having a therapist the last few months has really been a struggle. She says that I am managing well as I can be. It felt good to hear her say that. I know I should probably be in the hospital for supportive care but I really don’t want to go. I hate being in the hospital. I don’t sleep well. And I always have to ask for my meds when I am in pain. I have to be on their schedule, not mine. It sucks. And I won’t be able to get my strong pain pill should I need it. I am really sad about this. But this is a psych unit not a medical one.

My psych wants me at the hospital that I usually go to. I hope they have a bed. I am going to try and talk her into going in on Monday. That is when they have discharges and beds are more available. We’ll see. I hope it’s Monday but if she wants me in on Thursday, that will be okay too. I just need to pack a little faster than I need to.

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

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I slept okay. I still woke up in pain so took some meds. It was snowing out so that meant I was staying in. I made some pizza on my new pizza stone. It was okay. The edges were more crisp than the middle part. But it was good. I burned my finger and thumb on the metal handle forgetting that it was hot. I got a good burn. Probably will have to get those burn band-aids for it. I got to get half and half at the store anyway so I will pick some up tomorrow.

I have my final session with my therapist tomorrow. I texted her not to be cute and try for more sessions. It’s not going to happen. She wanted the monthly decision without my input. She will get a termination session from me without her input. That simple. Least on paper. Going to be harder on the phone while talking to her. I just hope I don’t cave in. Or I am screwed.

I’m still having suicidal urges. I really just want to die. I just got to find a way to do it.

too much pain and no sleep

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

Too much pain and no sleep

After the game last night, I couldn’t settle down right away. I was excited and kept reliving the touchdown over and over in my mind. Then my pain flared up. I took some meds and thought I would be asleep soon. Sleep never came. I was up most of the fucking night. Soon as I got my ankle pain under control, my toes started so I had to take more meds. It was a vicious cycle. It didn’t help that my PTSD anxiety got activated. That just made everything worse.

Before I knew it, 0200 hit. That was it. I was up for the night. And I was. I didn’t go to sleep until I took a Benadryl. This was at 0600 or so. Then I wake up 3.5 hours later. Great. I stayed up till 1330 and then fell back to sleep again. I still don’t feel rested and I just took my night time meds to try and get ahead of the game. I am really tired.

Because I was catching up on sleep, I didn’t do any errands today. I had to go to the bank and the store to buy more half and half. I also want cocoa puffs. I guess I will try tomorrow if the weather isn’t too bad. We are supposed to get snow with freezing rain. It might just be rain, who knows.

I’ve been feeling really depressed most of the day because I had such a horrible night. Being up all night really sucks, especially when you can’t calm down because your anxiety is getting the best of you. Or the slightest move you make hurts you like a SOB. Last night I couldn’t win for trying and it really got to me. I really was thinking of a way out. I started writing in my journal. I just wrote until I fell asleep, basically. It was all I could do to get the anxiety out and the thoughts under control again. Tomorrow is my 16th anniversary of my nerve condition, Cauda Equina Syndrome. That is when all this hell began. No matter how many time I tell myself that I am NOT getting CES again, my body goes into panic mode and I can’t calm the fuck down. It really sucks when you can’t move because that doesn’t help the case.

There really isn’t anyone to talk to when it’s 0300. Not too many night owls to distract you. So you are stuck in your own world until the meds finally exhaust you or you are just plain exhausted and collapse. I really wish I slept longer this morning. I could have done at least one thing like go to the store for the half and half. I could have had my coffee and maybe the day wouldn’t have been a sleep day.

NE PATRIOTS ARE SUPER BOWL CHAMPIONS!!!

by Midnight Demon, posted in blogging

NE PATRIOTS ARE SUPER BOWL CHAMPIONS!!

I had my doubts about this game. In fact, I turned if off 2 minutes before the end of halftime. I missed the missed field goal and the comeback but I watched the overtime play and it was marvelous. Brady can shove the trophy up Goodell’s ass with pleasure and I love it. It’s been a great season and this was the icing on the cake.

The Patriots won the Super Bowl. I can’t fucking believe it. The greatest comeback in all sports. WOW!! I ate too much at the party my sister threw. Too many empanadas. I couldn’t help myself. They were so good.

Fireworks are going off. They are probably illegal as I don’t think any were scheduled. I am in pain and had to hobble down the stairs to watch the overtime part of the game. I couldn’t miss that. It wouldn’t be sportsmanlike. I couldn’t forgive myself if I missed it. I feel bad that I missed the fourth quarter that I wanted to watch. I had a feeling they would comeback. Tom Brady never disappoints.

If I wasn’t in pain, I would say that it was a good night. It was a horrible first half of a game. Atlanta defense was something not to be messed with but in the end, we showed them who was boss. Got a touchdown by a hair. Sweet, sweet victory. I couldn’t be more proud of my team.

Now it’s off to fight the pain demons in my foot that are giving me grief and hopefully fall asleep sometime before 2 am. My sister is out getting shirts and ball caps. Where, I have no clue. I will get a long sleeve shirt online like I did the last Super Bowl win. I will wait a few days because I am sure the website will crash if I get on it now.

Four game suspension over something trivial and he wins the Super Bowl. Tom Fucking Brady!! TB12!! He is the G.O.A.T. all right. No fucking doubt about it. I keep replaying the win in my head. By a fucking hair we won it all. Unfucking believable!!