Tag: chronic illness

OSU vs TTUN and other things

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

OSU vs TTUN and other things

I woke up really early, like 4. I wanted bacon but my mother was sleeping and I knew she wouldn’t like me leaving her a dirty pan on the stove when she got up. So I ordered McD’s. I have been wanting their sausage burrito for a while. I was disappointed I didn’t get the hashbrowns with my order. I made coffee afterwards, thinking I was going to be up for most of the day. Yeah, right. I brought up the coffee and drank it all while reading Coraline. I must have read like 3 pages and then sleepiness took over. So much for a caffeine kick! I set my alarm as I did not want to miss the OSU game at noon. I then slept until it went off.

I got up and the house smelled of bacon! My mother made some and left me a few pieces. Score for my bacon fix! I ate it while watching some stupid Fox analyst panel debate the game as to who was going to win, why, how, blah blah blah. Then the game started and the announcers were pro Xichigan (Michigan to my non-Buckeye fans). I had no say in the network (who does), but I ignored them the best I could. I had tweeted my therapist friend that I would be watching the game. The only time I messed up tweeting was when I thought we scored a field goal and we didn’t. Damn announcers were wrong! I ended up deleting the tweet.

It was a good game. I was sad when their starting quarterback got hurt. I later found out some camera man ran into him prior to the play. The head coach was going to find out who he was because there were a few people that said it was intentional. I don’t know if that is true but I don’t like when my QB gets hurt either. He is an awesome player and has done well with OSU. I’d really hate for a knee injury to end his senior year and potential NFL career because someone hated that we were kicking Xichigan’s ass after halftime. The backup quarterback did well and OSU won 31-20.

My therapist friend loved “watching” my tweets during the game. I laughed and told him he should watch me when I watch a baseball game. HA HA, pitch by pitch and play by play. I have entertained one of my dearest friends that I have known for almost 17 years now. It’s mostly swears, so it is very colorful analysis more than what is going on. LOL I really was surprised I was able to watch the entire game without too much pain. Today has to be the first time all week when I could actually use my ankle the way it is intended. It is a little sore now but I’ve kept up with my pain meds so I don’t think I will be up all night again. Least I hope I won’t.

I have been sneezing like crazy all day. Probably because I got the window open and it was a little warm today so pollen might have come in. I was just scrolling through twitter and one person I follow (who does Pokemon Go) tweeted that she screamed in a restaurant she was at “there is an onion bird in here” follow by pic of onion bird. OMG I am laughing so hard, I am crying. I’ve included the pic (where on closer inspection is a bird with a leek or a scallion in its wing). Hope you get a laugh out of it like I have. I might have to go through the tissue box as I am still cry laughing. LOL

hodgepodge 999

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

Hodgepodge 999

My foot is keeping me up so my brain is thinking of things that is making it harder to sleep. Tonight’s thoughts are centered around my ex-ex-girlfriend. We are no longer friends because she said she wanted to “jump my bones” when she sees me next summer. The last time we talked by phone which was more than a few weeks ago, she told me her neighbor, a male, had raped her a couple of times and they also had consensual sex. She got upset that night we talked because this neighbor and her got into an argument so she cut herself pretty bad. She has a lot of mental health issues, her deepest one is being repeatedly used as a sex toy by her father. I think that this along with her bipolar disorder has made her a sex addict. She wasn’t getting the affection from her neighbor anymore, so she cut. It upset me, not because she cut, but because she was having relations with a male. I was a female when I met her. She was out as a lesbian. We had relations for about two years. She was my first love.

I had started to fall out of love for what reason, I am not sure. She is very self-centered, always putting herself first. Whenever I was having a hard time, she ignored me and then told me her problems. Often times she would text me and then shower or fall asleep. In the meantime, I had no idea why she wasn’t responding. It hurt that she didn’t respect my feelings of whatever I was going through and truly couldn’t be there for me. She tried a few times, but she really didn’t know how to be supportive. Or she would say something supportive and then move on to her problems. She has MS and is prone to falling. One time we were texting and she told me she fell. I didn’t hear back from her till the next day. I was going out of my mind about what was happening to her. Sometimes she would end up in the ER because she needed stitches. Why would you tell someone you fell and then not respond afterwards with what is happening?? I was getting annoyed because this happened more than once. A few times she was in an emotional crisis and then I wouldn’t hear from her for hours. She fell asleep from the meds she took, usually her klonopin (not lethal dose). It was emotionally draining. I loved her but I didn’t like being used as this support and not having it returned. She said she loved me all the time but I was questioning that love because she said it so easily yet I felt they were just words she was saying without no meaning behind it.

After I found out about the neighbor and she was still “friends” with him, I couldn’t stand it. How could you continue to see someone that 1) takes advantage of you and 2) rapes you because they got high?? I started being distant with her. On our last contact, after she said she wanted to “jump my bones”, I told her I didn’t want to see her next summer. We had other words but I don’t remember what they were and I deleted her messages. We didn’t speak for 2 days and this was because I was in a flare with my ankle/foot. I pretty much was in bed and sleeping for those days. She didn’t text me at all and I didn’t care. But she was upset that I didn’t text her. I didn’t fall for the bait this time. She called me a freak and said to delete messages from her. So I blocked her number on my phone and on Facebook. I didn’t say anything else other than to thank her for calling me a freak. I then said bye. If she has tried to contact me, I have no clue. I still care about her even though I don’t love her. I’m just worried that she cut herself again with ending our relationship. I know that isn’t my fault, if it happened. I still think about her. I need to stop thinking about her. But my brain is still analyzing the situation.

got things done despite horrible pain

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

Got things done despite horrible pain

I didn’t want to get out of bed this morning when my alarm went off. But my bladder said I had to so I did. My foot hated me when I stood up. It got worse as I walked to the stairs and was murder going down the stairs. I used the bathroom and then brushed my teeth. I was feeling nauseous and fought the gags. I really thought I was going to hurl. I made it back up to my room and took my meds. I wanted to go back to bed but needed to get my haircut and go to the RMV for name and gender change. I got dressed and left.

It was raining but warm, which meant I had to stand while I waited for the bus. My foot despised me. I made it to the square and I was still nauseous so I only ordered 4 shots of espresso and a bagel, hoping the bagel would settle my stomach. It did. While on the bus, I ordered my laptop. I had to pay $20 in tax, which I was not happy about but who is? After I finished my bagel, I went to the barber shop. To my surprise, there were already people waiting. Shit. I was able to get my barber and we got caught up and made chit chat. He did a good job, as always.

I decided to take the train to the RMV rather than take the bus because I didn’t want to be soaked by the time I got there. I was kind of irritable and tired. I didn’t have to wait too long for the train. I also didn’t wait too long for to be called when I got to the RMV. The lady changed everything and I got a new picture and signature. The picture is awful as there were dark rings under my eyes that looked like I had blackeyes. I then went home.

My foot was really hurting but I was hungry so I ordered a turkey BLT as a celebratory meal. It was very good. My mother was baking and using every available counter and table space available to her. I just went up to my room after I ate in my sister’s apartment. I took some more pain meds and tried to sleep but the pain was too great. It got worse as time went on. It has now reached beyond excruciating. I took another pain med.

If it wasn’t raining, I think I would try to end my life. I am just so sick of being in pain. I am so depressed and hopeless that things are always going to be like this. I hate not being able to get ahead of the pain or rest. I am so fricken tired and tomorrow I need to be around family. I am glad I don’t have to leave the house. I can just go downstairs when everything is ready to eat.

For the past hour, it seems like every 15 minutes I am getting a text from the T saying there is a delay, either with a bus I take or the red line. I blocked it. I am not going anywhere the next few days so I really don’t care if there are delays. I just hope I remember to turn it back on on Monday. I should have grabbed my night meds and put them by the bed so I wouldn’t have to get up again. Idiot I am.

Now that I got the RMV out of the way, I just need to update one credit card, my cell phone, Zipcar, and passport. Zipcar sent me a reminder that my license is due to expire in a month. No shit. Soon as I get my new license in the mail, I will update that. I am glad my list is not so overwhelming as it was.

To my US readers, I wish you all a very Happy Thanksgiving. I am grateful for your readership. Don’t eat too much turkey! Gobble, Gobble!

a day of baking in pain

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

A day of baking in pain

I fell asleep sometime after 2000, only to wake up around midnight. I stayed awake for a few hours. I think I went back to sleep sometime after 0300. I woke up 6 hours later in pain. My back was hurting. It went away after moving about some. I got my spare change and went to Stop and Shop to turn it in and buy a few items. The change came to like $9 and the 3 items I bought, butter, a dozen and a half of eggs, and Cheerios, came to about $7. I went back home.

My foot wasn’t hurting me but once I started preparing for baking, it flared. I made 2 Nantucket cranberry cakes. One was regular and the other was gluten free. I made the gluten free one first. I tasted the batter and it was awful. It left such a nasty after taste that I drank some almond milk to make it go away. It didn’t work. I was really tired after making this one cake so I rested a little bit before making the second one. For some reason, the batter was different. It usually is thick but it wasn’t. It tasted okay with the regular flour. I don’t know why it was thin. I did use a little more vanilla extract than it called for so maybe those extra drops thinned it. I don’t know. It cooked okay. Both cakes kind of caved in after they cooled off, which was weird. That didn’t happen before. My foot was absolutely killing me after I put the 2nd cake in the oven. I put on the timer and then went upstairs to take some pain meds.

I basically just played with my phone for about a half hour or so. My mother needed the oven so she could make dinner. I was waiting all day for my PT to respond to my emails about resuming PT. Apparently, their facility needs clearance after a hospital admission, even though I was admitted for psych not medical. So weird. I emailed my psychiatrist and asked her to contact my PT to clear me. I see the PT next Tuesday. She wants me to do a pain and restorative function program but I am not sure I want to do it. It meets like twice a week and it is an all day thing where you go in at like 0830-1430 or so. It’s a combination of meeting with a pain doc, an OT, and PT. It sounds pretty intensive and I am not sure I am up for it as my stamina has not been so great. My former PCP wanted me to try it but I never got a chance to even look at it as my father got sick and then died. It was hard to deal with at the time juggling everything. I don’t know if I want to continue in the PT this therapist has because I just am not motivated to do the things she wants me to do. The depression is making everything harder and just getting out of bed is a hassle.

I went to the Dell website and tomorrow I will be getting the laptop I want. It is just a little more than $250. I hope I budgeted right. I am getting my haircut tomorrow for the RMV. I really don’t want my pic to be a Chia pet right now as my hair is all over the place. I hope I am not there all day. It’s supposed to rain tomorrow morning so I will be wearing my AFO instead of the boot. I set my alarm for 0715 so I can catch the 747 bus. The barbers open at 0830. I want to be in and out. Hope there are no bus delays, I won’t be happy if there are.