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sleepy but not tired

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

Sleepy but not tired

I have been trying to get to sleep for the past hour and have failed. I thought it was odd that I haven’t thought of my father and that when I do, it’s always the last few hours of his life. It’s like I can’t think of anything but that time period. I guess it’s better not to think of him at all.

Last night, our CO detector’s battery is running low and starting beeping. It takes 3 AA batteries and it’s the only detector that beeps after a few months. I don’t know if it’s made like that or not but it’s annoying as all hell because every 3-4 months we are replacing batteries for it. Such a waste.

I did take a shower before bed because I got a sneeze attack. I thought if I took a shower, whatever was causing me to sneeze would be washed away. HA, yea right. Soon as I was going up the stairs to my room, I started sneezing again and again. It was awful. I then decided to use Flonase to try and see if that helped. One of my nostrils is clogged so I don’t think it will be very effective. I will have to use it the next few days to stop fricken sneezing. I hate sneezing non-stop.

A friend of mine on Facebook gave me a recipe for pumpkin pie cupcakes. So I am going to make them some time next week. It’s going to be so much fun! I love cupcakes. I will buy cream cheese frosting and that will be so awesome. You are supposed to top with whipped cream but I think frosting will be better.

I am going to buy Naan with my grocery order. It’s been so long since I had it. I remember when one of my Muslim friends gave me some. I thought it was so good. I haven’t had it since then. I think it might go good with some Biscoff spread.

Busy Saturday

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

Busy Saturday

I went out and got the ingredients for the pumpkin cake that I plan on making either tomorrow or Monday. My mother had sent me on her errands as well but as I was coming home from the grocery store, I realized I lost her money. I felt really bad and knew she was going to kill me. I told her what happened when I got home and she was upset and rightly so. I put in my pizza to be cooked and went upstairs to change.

My ankle was being a big brat and I have decided from now on I am going to where the AFO. It’s the only way I can think of to prevent my ankle from going out on me and me having to drag it afterwards. While I was in my PJs, I placed my hands in my pocket and found the money my mother had given me for her errands. So after I ate, I went to Walgreens to do her errand. I used the AFO and found it comfortable and my ankle didn’t hurt as much. So seems like I made the right choice.

I want to rest my ankle the rest of the day so I am not going to make the pumpkin cake even though I really want to. My mother made brownies for my aunt but she is not going to see my aunt today because her back is hurting her really bad. I had a few brownies and that seemed to have stopped my sweet tooth for now.

I need to take a shower sometime today. I don’t know when because my ankle is not happy with all the errands I did today. I might take it before bed, this way if it hurts, at least I can try and get some sleep. I didn’t make coffee today. I wanted to get things done before I became lazy.

OSU isn’t playing today. Nebraska is but I don’t have the channel it is on. I will have to keep an eye on it with Twitter. Sox don’t play until 1800 tonight. I think I will take a nap. I am kind of tired from doing all the running around.

Baseball Game and other things

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

Baseball Game and other things

My Sox won tonight, 2-1. It’s their 9th straight win. I am so elated, or I would be if I wasn’t in serious pain. They need 4 games to win the division, 2 to make it to the playoffs. I didn’t think they would make it this far. The season has been so rocky and up and down. No matter what, I am proud of this team. I just hope their luck continues to grow.

I went through the book, “Night Falls Fast” and while going through it to find a quote, I came across a passage that was all too familiar to me. It was/is what I deem, my suicide note. It is perfectly written to convey to those around me what I feel. I didn’t write it. It was written by another lost soul who did die by suicide.

It raining. I am hearing the rain beat against my AC and I love the sound of the patter. It’s been a long summer drought with no rain at all. We need it. The temp has also dropped to the 60s, which is probably why my pain is up.

I got an email from the Mighty. They are unable to accept my blog at this time. I don’t know if that means they will use it in the future or what but it doesn’t look like they will. I am kind of bummed. I emailed my psychiatrist with the news. I haven’t heard back from her. I haven’t texted my therapist about it. I will tell her when I see her on Tuesday. I will cheer her up when I bring her the pumpkin cake I plan on making.

This sucks that I want to go to sleep but am in so much damn pain, that it’s impossible. As it’s been a while since my last dose of pain meds, I took some of my regular pain meds. I am hoping they kick in soon. I really don’t want to be up all night. I know I should read some as that will probably calm my brain down some in a way but I don’t feel like reading. I am reading the book called the “Dark Tide”. It’s about the molasses flood that occurred in Boston in 1919. Before the collapse of the giant tank, there were warning signs that were ignored. There is nothing I hate more than knowing that a disaster could have been prevented in hindsight. Like in the book, “Dead Wake” the author alludes that the Germans know the whereabouts of the ship and the US knows they know but they don’t do anything about it. So 1200 people die because of this. It’s just sad.

I just thought of something. If I go out tomorrow to get the ingredients for the cake, that means that I will have to rest Sunday, when I wanted to make it then. I guess I will have to make it Monday. Planning to do things when you have chronic pain is such a bitch, especially when that pain involves you standing and walking. Unreal. I really hate my life. I wish Cauda Equina Syndrome never entered my life for the second time. I was doing really well before I got hit again with it. I was working two jobs, close to forty hours between the two. Then all hell broke loose. I still don’t know what caused my L2-L3 disc to herniate so bad that it crushed my nerves. It’s a mystery.

Times like this, I think about my date and the relief that I will have once I kill myself. The sad part is, I have a ways to go to walk to my destination and I am not sure I can do it if my ankle is not cooperating. I could take a cab to my destination. That I have thought about. I hope it doesn’t come to that. I will be sad, well sadder than I already am. It’s not anytime soon so no one get their panties in a twist. I just like to fantasize about killing myself because it brings me some relief. It lessens the burden of my pain and the weight on my chest.

Disappointed

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

Disappointed

I had my appointment with my psychiatrist today. I was really nervous about seeing her because of all the blogs I sent her about my death dates, feeling suicidal, etc. Then she tells me she has been so swamped she hasn’t read anything. Fuck, are you kidding me? I understood because I know she is a busy doctor and the new system isn’t making her professional life any easier. I was just disappointed because I had worried for nothing and now I don’t see her for a month. She didn’t get to read my “good” blog. I was really looking forward to seeing a smile on her face today because of that blog and it didn’t happen. Rotten luck. I guess she didn’t read my emails either because she didn’t say anything about CBT and I completely forgot to tell her about it. Speaking of which, I was hoping to hear back from the intake today about it and I haven’t. I guess I will sometime next week.

My ankle gave way while I was at Walgreens. As it is pumpkin season, I was hoping they would be selling cans of pumpkin but they didn’t. I really wanted to make my pumpkin cake this weekend. I will have to go to the grocery store tomorrow, if my ankle is cooperative. I told my doc today that I was in pain and now it doesn’t matter what I do or don’t do anymore. It just flares up just because it can. I had to take a strong pain pill last night and I took one again when I came home. I am running low but it’s the weekend so there is nothing I can do about it. I have to wait till Monday to request it. I just hope my regular pain pills are enough. The idiot secretary didn’t book me for exactly 4 weeks out for my next pain management appointment so there are going to be some days where I might run out. I am trying to ration what I have so that is why I am taking the strong pain meds.

I went to Starbucks early today. I got a pumpkin scone and my espresso over ice. I don’t know why you have to order it that way and not say iced espresso. It’s the same thing. I wrote in my journal that is coming to an end. I think I have like 3 pages left. I was hoping to complete it today but it didn’t happen. So there are a few pages that are blank. I will start the new journal next week.

I have been feeling depressed since leaving my psych’s office. I guess I feel hurt that she didn’t read the stuff I sent her. I guess it’s both good and bad that she didn’t read it because she would have been worried and now she doesn’t have to be, least until she reads them. I texted my therapist about today. I told her that I wanted to die because of my ankle pain. It’s getting to the point where I am spending more days in the house than out of it, which is depressing me further. I just can’t seem to trust my ankle anymore for anything. I am going to get a brace and see if that helps. I got to do something or maybe go back to the AFO.

I just finished the last of my Oreo thins. Now I have no cookies until next week. I do have my molasses cookies so that is something but they are not the same as Oreos. My mother wants me to go to Walgreens tomorrow to get her eggs. We’ll see how that plays out with my ankle. I might not do anything tomorrow except rest. I can’t keep going pretending that I am okay to do stuff because my ankle gets so angry at me all the time. This has to be the third weekend in a row that I have been in severe pain. It’s messing with me and I am paying the price.

I saw my oldest niece as I was coming home from Walgreens. She seemed upset so I tried talking to her but she didn’t want to talk because she didn’t want to cry. I told her okay, we’ll talk later. I gave her a big hug and then walked home and she went on her way. I can only imagine how my death will affect her. It’s killing me thinking of her losing me. It reminds me of the quote by Kay Redfield Jamison, “Often only a sense of responsibility to other family members or concerns about the effects of suicide on their children keep some people alive who otherwise have a strong desire to [die by] suicide” (Night Falls Fast, p 93).