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Sunday Blog 7

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

I woke up really early this morning from a weird dream. When I woke up, I was very sweaty. I stay up for a little bit before going back to sleep. I really didn’t sleep with the blankets on as it was still warm in my room. I had another weird dream and when I woke up, that was it. I was up. My sister was helping my mother clean the kitchen as it has been a while since everything was dusted. The smell of the cleaning product they were using didn’t agree with my nose so I stayed up in my room till they finished. I really wanted coffee but my sister was cleaning the stove as well so I couldn’t use it just yet. I hated waiting to use an appliance in my own home.

I have been in a grumpy mood since getting up. I don’t know why I was grumpy other than I wanted coffee and couldn’t have it just then. I went on Twitter and they were having a suicide summit talk. Things got really interesting when I saw that Jobes was one of the speakers. I think I retweeted all the tweets that had his presentation. He was talking about CAMS and other treatments, specifically DBT and something called CBT-SP as an evidence based practice in the prevention of suicide. I don’t know if he has published this stuff yet or if its in press. I will have to do a pubmed search to find out. Of course, the problem is getting the articles afterwards, especially if they are not available for free.

I miss doing suicide research. Course, I only follow Jobes because I love CAMS and think it is easier to learn than CBT and DBT. The problem is changing the clinician’s attitude toward suicide so they can practice these evidence based treatments without resorting to the hospital all the time.

I am undecided if I am going to watch the Pats game today or just listen via Twitter. I really want to take a nap as I am getting sleepy. I haven’t eaten much today, just a bowl of cereal and a glass of Ovaltine. I wish I put more Ovaltine in it because I was looking for a chocolate malt kick and didn’t quite get it. Maybe I will have that for my supper. I don’t have much of an appetite today because I am so down. I really need to clear my bed off so I can change the damn sheets but I have no energy or motivation to do so. Every thing today just feels so slow. I just got a notification that my prescriptions are ready at Walgreens. I really need to pick up my blood pressure medication as I will run out soon and because tomorrow is a holiday, I don’t think they will be open. I really don’t want to get dressed but I can’t leave the house in my PJs either. I am not one of those people that can do that. I have to wear real clothes to go out, even if it’s sweatpants. I also want to get the sweet and salty Combos snack. Might as well have some junk food if I watch the game.

I swear waking up at 0400 did me in today. I should have stayed up rather than go back to sleep. And then I get shit for sleeping late. I swear my family thinks all I do is sleep when I am in my room. I wish that were true but it isn’t. I am 99% on my laptop and the 1% is probably reading a book or journaling. I usually don’t go to bed until after 2000. I might take a nap around six but I try not to because then I might be up till midnight or later.

Saturday Blog 34

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

Saturday Blog 34

I woke up at a decent hour today. I knew my mother wasn’t going to be visiting my aunt because she is sick so I went downstairs to make breakfast. I had called my sister to find out if she could take me to Stop and Shop so I can get the stuff for the chicken wings and my prescription. She agreed. Hours later she came home and we went. I had just finished drinking my coffee.

I am kind of glad I went out today. It is cool but when you started moving around you got really warm. I was wearing a plaid shirt and got really hot with it on but we quickly went shopping so I didn’t take it off until I came home. With all the hustle and bustle of shopping, my ankle really hates me right now and I still need to cook the chicken wings as my sister wants them really bad. I just hope I have enough sauce for the wings as we bought four packages of wings. They are going to be really yummy. I am going to make it spicy with the habanero sauce. It will be the first time making them spicy, or trying to. Last time I made them a little hot but no kick. Got to try harder today.

I am depressed that my football game is not on a channel I get. But I have been getting updates via Twitter. It’s not the same as watching it though. Last night, I watched the Cubs and Cards game. That was fucking awesome to see Lester melt down. I don’t know why they kept him in the 8th inning and when he gave up the home run, I was glad Maddon fucked up to give the Cards the edge. Then his reliever gave up a 2 run blast and that was it. Game over. Cards win the first game. I really hope the Cubs lose the series.

I wrote my therapist a letter late last night. I told her all that I was feeling and such. Then I sent it to her. I know she probably won’t be reading it till Tuesday as she is out of the office until then. I think I told her also that if she doesn’t read the mail that I sent her (via snail mail), I won’t be sending her anything else. I told her I was very close to trying to find another therapist in my area, if I can find one. It’s so hard to find someone that is willing to take a high risk suicidal patient. I don’t think I am going to disclose being suicidal, if asked. It will just quickly shut down the line of communication and then I will be forced to try and find someone else. But something needs to change. I can’t always be the one to listen to my therapist. She has to listen to me sometimes, too. And I am tired of her telling me I don’t have any spoons left. Every fucking week I hear the same damn story. Get over it already. I wish what she was talking was psychobabble but it’s not even that. She just reiterates what I say, to let me know she heard me and then she goes off on how many spoons it’s going to take to do whatever is I am telling her. I wish I never told her about the damn spoon theory.

I’m going to have to take my laptop to the hospital. A wire is loose and it’s causing my display to become all fuzzy and then cut out. I have to adjust the lid. I thought updating the video card drivers solved the problem but it didn’t. Now I have to have the lid a certain way in order to use my laptop. Just so frustrating. I will have to do this and pray that by my next pay period my display doesn’t die. I have a friend in the business so I am going to try and take it to him rather than Geek Squad. My laptop is no longer under warranty and I don’t want to send it to Dell as that would mean I would be without a laptop while they fixed the problem. I still have my older laptop that I think still works but It’s been at least two years since I last booted it up. It’s much heavier than my current laptop and gets really hot quickly. It’s also much slower as it’s a 32 bit processor. But it works, least I hope it still does.

Having a Crappy Day, Literally

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

Having a Crappy Day, Literally

I woke up early this morning in pain. I took some pain meds and when I went downstairs to have my nutritious donuts, my brother in law came up with some dishes to be washed. He and my sister are renovating their kitchen and don’t have a sink to use right now. He told me my mother would be watching my niece as she didn’t have school today. Weird because they don’t have school on Monday either because of the holiday. So the kids have one long weekend. Anyways, my mother wasn’t up yet so I said I would watch her until her grandmother came and got her. While I got settled in the kitchen debating on making a burrito, my mother came downstairs and so freed me from having to babysit. HA! I knew I would be toast anyways as I took my pain meds and within an hour, I was. I didn’t sleep very good as I had weird dreams and then my mother screamed my name and scared me to death. Someone was at the door and she couldn’t go down because she hurt her other knee. So I get up and go down the two flights of stairs to someone that isn’t there. My niece had answered the door. Why the fuck she didn’t tell my mother she did is beyond me. I was so pissed I got up for nothing. So I go back up the two flights of stairs and my ankle decides it doesn’t like it so I am in pain again. I take another pain pill and go back to sleep.

I got up around noon or shortly there after. I had to go to the bathroom so I did. And then killed some time before getting dressed and catching the bus to the Square for coffee. I was planning to check out the price of chicken wings so I can make them tomorrow night or Sunday. I got to the Square and did my routine of having coffee and writing in my journal. I then went to the meat shop to check on the price of chicken wings. They only had small packages. I would need at least three or four to make the quantity I needed for the recipe and I didn’t want to spend that much on it so headed back to the bus stop to catch the bus. I then decided to go to Stop and Shop to pick up my prescription and get the rest of the ingredients needed for the recipe. Soon as I was approaching my stop to get off, it downpoured. So I didn’t want to walk in the rain as I didn’t have an umbrella. I knew it was going to rain today but thought I could beat it out. I was so close. So no chicken wings today. I will have to go tomorrow if the weather permits or if my sister or brother in law takes me. I would take either of their cars but I can’t drive them. They are big SUVs and I just don’t trust my peripheral vision to drive them.

So rather than wait in the rain for the next bus, I got off at the station to go home. I didn’t think anything was wrong. I got stuck in the down pour at the station and got pretty wet. Luckily, the bus came before I got soaked. And the bus had the AC on so it was pretty damn cold on the ride home. I just got to my house when it down poured again. I couldn’t win staying dry. Got in the house, changed and then felt like I had to go to the bathroom again. As I got up, I felt sticky and panicked. I didn’t pass any gas or anything while I was out so I was hoping it was something other than what I thought it was. I was wrong. I crapped my pants and didn’t realize it. That just made my day. On the anniversary of my CES diagnosis, I crap my pants. Just fucking wonderful. I really was pissed. I don’t know how long that crap was in my pants. I had no sensation of it until I came home. It’s possible I went while I was undressing. I don’t fucking know. I just know that it sucks. I feel ashamed of myself. I hate my therapist for keeping me here. I could die right now from embarrassment. Sure getting soaked by the rain is one thing but crapping your pants is another. I hate this condition. I should have killed myself 10 years ago so I wouldn’t have to be dealing with this today or any day.

Donuts kind of day

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

Donuts kind of day

This morning I did an errand for my sister and then went to deal with my father. He wanted me to buy him his bread so I got that for him. I also had to pick up his prescription he neglected to pick up during the week. My ankle is just killing me. All I had to eat today was junk food, donuts in particular. My sister had these apple cider ones she got from some apple farm she went to over the weekend. They were scrumptious. I had one and half. I would have finished them off, but I didn’t want to be too greedy. So I bought some more donuts on the way home from my father. I think that is all I am going to eat today and fuck the consequences. I might have French bread pizza for supper, too. I really want a steak and cheese but I think I will have that tomorrow.

I don’t know why I am sort of just concentrating on one type of junk food today. I’m still depressed and still have no idea what I am going to do about therapy. I doubt I will be able to find someone in my area. And the idea of starting new after almost 15 years doesn’t appeal to me. It’s just so damn frustrating to deal with someone that has an anxiety disorder while trying to treat you. She is just so dense sometimes. It pisses me off. And the fact that I want to kill myself just sends her in an uproar every time. She doesn’t hear me after I tell her that. So then I am alone with my thoughts so why should I continue with therapy? Every therapist I have ever known doesn’t know how to deal with a suicidal person. They just think they should be in the hospital if they aren’t safe and that is that. Well the hospital doesn’t care anymore, either. I spent three weeks in the hospital last year and none of my issues were talked about or dealt with. Three damn weeks. Every time I did bring it up, they said we’ll deal with this tomorrow and left me there hanging. It just got frustrating after a while. The only people that really wanted to listen to you were the staff members and nurses. Some of them anyway. If you happened to get a good staff member, it was a good day. Got a staff that was so so or thought they knew everything, it was tough. I am just frustrated by the system.

I am very tired of trying to seek out help and just not getting it. I am at a “why bother” phase. I don’t know why I bother to try and continue with a therapist that talks too much all the time. Or why I see my psychiatrist who doesn’t have any new medicines to try me on because there is nothing more left to try. She listens to me and does offer support. I wish sometimes she could be my therapist but it doesn’t work that way. She is strictly meds and a little more. That is all. I wonder what it would be like just seeing my psych and not seeing a therapist. But I don’t think I can go just every two weeks without talking with someone. That is a long time to go without speaking to someone. I just don’t think I could do that.

I was talking with a long time friend last night about my laptop issues. He sent me to the Dell website with updates for my video drivers. I thought it worked as I was able to move the lid without video problems. But today when I turned on my laptop, it wouldn’t and when I moved the lid, the screen got all fuzzy. CRAP. Now I will have to take it to him or another computer place to deal with the issue. He thinks a wire is loose and is causing the problem. I wish I could just take the damn thing apart and fix it but I haven’t a clue what to do or how to do it. Maybe if this suicidal phase passes and I am still alive, I will deal. Until then, it’s moving the lid until the picture settles.

My father was very affectionate today, which is unusual. He never gave me a hug before in my adult life. Today he did. Weird. He also was very grateful that I do the things for him. Again, strange as I have been doing this for him for at least a year now and he never seemed to be grateful. It was just weird.