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Nerve wracking day

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

Nerve Wracking Day

Just got off the phone with the SSD and my claim is still under review. They are waiting for my therapist to input their paperwork. So I just texted my therapist to check her mail. Now I got a nervous butterfly in my stomach. Only because I don’t know which address they may have sent it. I hope they sent it to the address I gave them and not on the web because those addresses are no longer current!

I spent the morning with my father for his appointment. We arrived 45 minutes early and we couldn’t enter the place until 0830. Every 5-10 minutes my father was looking at his watch. He was such a fink. The appointment went longer than expected. I just really wanted to get out of there. I didn’t have a book or my headphones with me so it was like time dragged on and on. Then I went to his apartment to fix his pills because I wasn’t going to go out again tomorrow. I am hurting really bad because I over exerted myself today.

My mother ordered a new refrigerator because our current one is not working properly. It is coming tomorrow and I need to empty the freezer and transfer the stuff to the basement freezer. I am not looking forward to this ordeal. I am glad it’s not overstocked but the basement freezer is not exactly empty either. I just hope that I can find room for everything. I am waiting for the pain meds to kick in before I start moving stuff. I also need a nap because I have been going since 0500 and haven’t really had a little downtime. I just had lunch a little while ago as I haven’t had anything to eat since 0530.

I really am annoyed that the person I spoke to from SSA didn’t really care what I was telling her. I just hope she sent my therapist’s paperwork to the right place. They got my other records from the hospital I go to, so I am happy about that. The only hold up is my therapist. Fuck. And I won’t find out till next Tuesday if she got the paperwork. I should have called before my appointment with her but I didn’t want to as I came home close to my time with her. At least I know I am getting somewhere with my claim, though it’s not really a claim but a review.

I decided to go back to reading “Evidenced-based practices in suicidology”. I was reading it this morning while I had my coffee. I must have read ten pages and was wondering where suicide fell in what they were talking about. They just gave a history of where evidence based practice came from and it just goes on. This is the worst book and it is so misleading. You really can’t judge a book by its cover!

I had therapy and we spent most of the time talking about how annoying my father was. We also talked about how annoying the voices are becoming. They are encroaching on everything lately. It is so frustrating. I can’t do anything without some commentary going on. I know it’s only going to get worse in the upcoming weeks as I have to spend more time with my “lovely” father. I told her that I had to put off my physical therapy because of his stuff that is going on. I probably won’t be able to go through the course until the middle of February. Until then, I just have to muddle through like I have been doing. I did forget to tell her about my bladder accident yesterday and how it affected me. Oh well. I am kind of over it anyways.

About half way through our session, the pain meds kicked in. I really don’t remember what we talked about after. She wants me to get something to eat and rest. So I guess me going up and down stairs to the basement freezer is out. I am too tired to do that anyway. If I have energy later, I might do it. Course it is so cold out, I don’t understand why we can’t just put the stuff on the porch. Just wrap them up good in plastic bags and they should be ok.

Our mail is either really late or really early. Lately, we have been the latter and it is annoying because I am waiting for stuff to complete my loans stuff. I am getting more anxious about it as more time passes. My feet are bloody cold. Back to wearing thermal socks. I should just glue them to my feet because my feet have been so damn cold lately, even under blankets. It’s like no matter what I do, they are just cold and won’t warm up unless I have these socks on.

Exhausting Tuesday

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

Exhausting Tuesday

I had my pain management appointment with the NP. She is a doll. She said she is willing to continue to see me but doesn’t know about the policy and such as they haven’t quite worked out what is going to happen since my doctor has left. So another month to wait. Maybe I don’t have to see the new doctor at all. It was weird getting the prescription from her and not seeing my old PCP’s name. I miss him already.

I was then supposed to go to my father’s appointment but never did because the stupid medical assistant called the guy after me instead of me. So I had to wait nearly an hour to be seen. The doc took him early (I was shocked as she usually runs late) so I never went up to see him. Score! I was so sore by the end of my visit that I was really kicking myself not grabbing my cane. I will be sure to grab it tomorrow when I go for another appointment.

Then I had my therapy appointment. That was fucking fun. I was in a public place so couldn’t really talk about anything serious. I got out kind of late from my appointment and missed the bus that would take me home. The next one would bring it close to therapy time so I figured I might as well stay at the hospital and have therapy. I was quite exhausted by this point. My thigh and ankle were filing for divorce and I had no pain meds to prevent this from happening. We basically just talked about my stressors and the voices. I gave her an update as to how my psychiatrist was doing. She (psychiatrist) now understands what I go through to get dressed and showered. My therapist wanted to know if I was going to the hospital next week. I told her it all depended on somethings. The thing is, I don’t feel that it’s necessary for me to go in. But I meet with my psychiatrist next week and we can discuss it some more. I also told her that I won’t be seeing her next week like I was planning. A friend had called and next Tuesday we will be going out for dinner. I can’t survive the drive to her office and back and then go out with my friends. My thigh would hate me and I would be really tired, so wouldn’t be fun to be around. She understood and I told her it would be the following week provided we didn’t get walloped with snow this weekend.

It was bitterly cold today. My thighs still haven’t defrosted. I should have went to the bathroom before leaving the hospital. I was wrong thinking I could hold it all the way home. I was soaked by the time I reached home. I didn’t know this. I can’t really feel when I am leaking and I must have leaked a lot to be as wet as I was. I feel so bad and humiliated. I was going to tell my sister but I couldn’t even broach the subject. She was telling me about my mother and how bad her breathing is. She was just diagnosed with emphysema. My mother is a former smoker, who basically chain smoked. She finally was able to quit when the price of cigarettes went up too high and she couldn’t afford them anymore. I am glad she stopped smoking but now we got to deal with the lung issues. It’s upsetting so I won’t go into it.

I finally had a movement after three days. Now I don’t feel so damn bloated. It hurt like a SOB though. Felt like I was delivering razor blades. I don’t know why it hurts so much and the stool was softer than it normally is. Fucking drives me crazy and suicidal. I don’t wish CES on anybody but my worst enemy, and even then, they have to be a pretty cruel person to get me to wish it on them.

I’m still waiting to hear back from the lady at the SSD office. I was expecting a phone call today but didn’t get it. I will call tomorrow after my therapy appointment. I’d call now but they are closed. Plus, I am too tired to talk to anyone. I don’t even want to have dinner tonight and my mother is making my favorite, stir fry chicken. I just don’t want to go down the stairs again. My thigh is really hurting. I took a pain pill a little while ago but it hasn’t kicked in yet. Sometimes I need two pills. I figure I start with one and then take another a little while later if it doesn’t work. I find I have better coverage this way. Then it’s time for bed and I can take two pills and not worry about waking up in pain, sometimes.

The NP examined my ankle today. It was pretty tender already and when she asked me to flex it, I couldn’t. I said that is what it is. She is like “you have no range of motion”. I said that is what happens when you have foot drop and pain.

My therapist and I discussed reading materials. I said I was getting bored with the “Explorations in Personality” book and Dostoevsky is just dragging on and on. I need some fun reading, like a clinical book to get my mind going. She was laughing as I said this. She said only I would get excited over a clinical book. I am a weirdo.

Surgeon and being cold

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

Surgeon got back to me

I got a call from my surgeon this evening. He told me I had degenerative changes but nothing major going on. He offered me injections (I declined) or physical therapy. I opted for PT. His secretary will contact me with the information. I am glad he called me today rather than tomorrow when everything is going to be so busy in the morning.

I emailed my psychiatrist and texted my therapist with the news. I am glad I don’t need surgery, just physical therapy. I think it will be good because maybe I can get this kink out of my right hip and the soreness out of my left thigh. I know I don’t walk right because of my ankle issue and the PT is going to have their hands full with me because of my back issues. I haven’t thought where I want to go. Ideally, I would like to go to SRH as they were good to me there for my ankle, even though they didn’t help me. But they were trying to undo 14 years of damage in just a 30 min session. I didn’t have the patience or the tolerance to deal with the pain that ensued.

One less worry, for now. I hope I am not getting a damn cold again. My nose is clogged and I feel icky. I was able to shower, though my foot is killing me again. It’s going to be interesting to do physical therapy on my back with an injured ankle/foot.

It snowed today, our third snow fall of the year. We got a few inches, nothing major. I am hoping tomorrow it doesn’t freeze over as it’s supposed to be brutally cold. And of course, I will have to wait at the bus stop freezing my ass off. That is going to do *wonders* for my back. Just thinking about me makes me cold.

Random 945

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

I have been sleeping on and off today. Pain has been the main contributor. I had a small breakfast and then went back to sleep. When I got up, I had lunch. My sister said she had salad so I had that and a couple slices of pizza. For dinner, I think I will just have a small bowl of cereal. I really don’t want anything else.

My mood sucks because of the pain. It’s quiet now but I just went up and down the stairs a couple of times so I know it will kick back up soon. I got to set my alarm for tomorrow morning and take a shower sometime tonight. I was going to take it this morning before the pain meds kicked in but the pain was just too much for me to stand for twenty or so minutes. It’s cold in the house so I might take one when it’s a little warmer or when the heat comes on.

I haven’t read anything today. I have been too sleepy to concentrate. Soon as I wake up a little, I will probably read Dostoevsky. I need a break from the psychology book. My therapist wasn’t in the office today because of the holiday. I wanted to see if I could see her but I guess not. Kind of sucks because I really wanted to talk to her. I feel like it’s been ages since I spoke to her and it’s almost been a week. But I am glad we are talking tomorrow.

Tomorrow is going to be tough. I have back to back to back appointments between myself and my father. That is why I am trying to take it easy today and stay off my foot as much as possible. I don’t want my foot to flare up like it did last night otherwise I won’t be able to wake up early tomorrow. I figure I got to leave the house by 0815 so I can be at the Square by 0845. That should leave me some time to get my coffee and then go to my appointment. I haven’t decided if I am going to bring my backpack. Probably not because I don’t see myself writing in my journal at all. I really don’t want to go to my father’s appointment but I have to be there. I just hope the surgeon calls in the morning, before my appointments. But my luck, he will call during and then I will miss his call. I hope he leaves me a message saying what he thinks and we don’t play phone tag.