Tag: chronic pain

A day gone to hell

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

A day gone to hell

I woke up not feeling good. I was a little nauseous after dealing with the stupid phone company to turn my phone back on. I then had a shake, thinking it was because I was hungry but the shake just made the nausea worse. I figure I would skip the diet today and have real food. I went to Starbucks and had a breakfast sandwich and my espresso. I started to feel dizzy and then sick so I waited for the next bus to come before heading home. The dizziness got worse on the ride home. I knew I was in trouble.

I got home and there were packages on my door. They were heavy and I knew I couldn’t carry them up the stairs without passing out so I took them in the house and then went upstairs. My mother was in the middle of a coughing fit and needed water. I quickly got her some. The dizziness was coming and going. I needed to go to my room and relax. I made it up the stairs without incident and then took some meds and laid down. All this did was set off my ankle pain. So in addition to my head ready to explode, my ankle bone was being pounded by an imaginary hammer. I took some pain meds and prayed for death at this point.

The migraine went away but then I was left with a residual headache. Took some Excedrin for that and I still don’t have relief but at least I can tolerate light. I also took some more Zofran as my stomach was still queasy. It’s quieting down but I still feel sick. I don’t want my ankle to act up again so I am just lying still and praying the pain goes away and that the pain meds don’t make me sicker than what I am.

All of this is not helping my suicidality. I wish there was a way for me to get arsenic pills or hemlock. That would be easier than the unknown of taking a bunch of pills and praying for death that may not come. I never should have gotten rid of the lethal meds I had in my possession at one point. I thought my suicidality would be over with once my pain meds were increased and I had adequate coverage every month. Stupid me for thinking that. Bargaining is my worse enemy. I don’t know why I bother hoping for things anymore when I know things are going to be the same or worse than what they are.

I can’t stand being in chronic pain anymore. And if my doc decides to prescribe me the extended release medication I would like, I have to finagle the bagel to afford it for a few months. That is if I want to live that long. I wanted to send a letter to my psychiatrist about my plans. But I am scared she might flip out on me. I see her Friday. I can try and talk about it then. I won’t bother telling my therapist because she won’t be my therapist that much longer.

I took an Ativan so my PTSD doesn’t flare up on me with all this pain. I’m already starting to feel anxious, which isn’t doing me any favors. I am glad I didn’t finish my coffee. I keep burping it up. I hope I don’t puke. But I need to lie down before my head explodes or I just pass out from my pain meds. I need sleep. But I am scared my ankle pain will increase once I lie down. Such a dilemma. I really don’t want the imaginary hammer to come back, pounding on my ankle bone. That wasn’t pleasant. It literally took the breath out of me it hurt so bad. Such is this stupid pain syndrome without a name.

I want to cry

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

I want to cry

I haven’t been in pain for most of the day and soon after I took my pain meds and some Benadryl, it starts up. I took the Benadryl because my allergies were really bad. I have been sneezing all day for some reason. It was so annoying. Anyways, after the pain started, my foot and ankle started doing a cramping motion that was more painful than the pain itself. I wanted to cry. I took another Ativan and now I am ready to sleep but I can’t because I am kind of wired.

My diet didn’t go well today. I only had three shakes and then a black bean burger because I was hungry. I also had a protein bar and some fruit. I didn’t drink any water because I just didn’t feel like it. After the phone call with the insurance company for my phone, I kind of lost all appetite. I am surprised I even made it through the day. I am hungry now and should eat something but I really don’t want to go back downstairs because I am in pain. I really want cookies because it’s my comfort food but I want to stick with my diet.

I emailed my psychiatrist about how I was feeling and then I realized, what if she calls me? I had to send her another email saying don’t call me because my phone is disconnected. I didn’t give her an explanation. I will tell her when I see her on Friday. Hopefully my phone is fucking turned on by then.

I kind of feel proud because without dieting, I lost six pounds. I weighed myself today and I was the same as I was before I started dieting but I was heavier when I first got my fitness pal app. I don’t know what I did. I swear it’s the meds that fluctuate my weight. I just hope that once I get back in a routine of some sort, I lose the weight more frequently than what I am right now. I haven’t left the house since Friday. I hope to go to Starbucks tomorrow but there is no guarantee I will. It all depends on my pain levels.

I can’t wait to text my friend that I met in the hospital four years ago. I am sure she is worried about me. Or she thinks I am mad at her for not answering her text messages. I hope my explanation will be satisfactory to her. I didn’t know my phone was going to be turned off. If I did, I would have had one of my other phones turned on so I would still have a phone. I am such an idiot.

I just want to cry because I am in pain again. I am so tired of being in pain. It’s so exhausting. I am afraid to lie down because I fear that my pain will increase. I am so tired though, physically, even though I haven’t done anything all day. I know it’s the Benadryl and pain meds that are making me tired. I just need to try and sleep and it might happen. Just wish the PTSD would calm down enough so I could try and sleep.

New Year’s Day 2017

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

New Year’s Day 2017

I woke up in pain and it immediately put me in a bad mood. I took some meds and checked my messages on my phone. Mostly they were emails and some FB messages as my phone is still off. It’s so frustrating. I have to wait two more days for my phone to be turned on. After I checked my messages I went back to sleep. It was difficult because my loud mouth sister came up to wish my mother a Happy New Year. Then she kept calling me through the What’s up app, which I couldn’t figure out how to answer the call. It kept giving me some kind of stupid message and I don’t understand it. She’ll have to give me a tutorial before she leaves for her trip.

I went back to sleep and thought it was only a few hours I slept. It was more than that. I woke up around 1400. So much for want to do something today. I reheated some Chinese food as I need to eat as much as I can. Tomorrow I am going on a diet and I can’t eat the stuff. I was hungry so I finished the orange chicken and a bowl of rice. Then an hour later I had some more rice. I am full now.

I found out that my friend’s step dad was taken off life support. I wish him a peaceful passing. He was a great guy. I am going to miss him.

Last night as I was in mad crazy pain and couldn’t sleep, I wrote my psychiatrist an email but I wrote it in word doc first. I didn’t send it because if she tried calling me, she wouldn’t be able to get a hold of me. That wouldn’t be good. I basically was honest with her about how I planned on ending my life some time soon. I don’t know how she is going to take this news but we’ll see. Probably not good. I read the last bit of it as I sent it to a friend to read over and I didn’t like the ending so I need to change it. It’s a work in progress and I have time to change it. I see her this Friday so I can bring the letter with me as there is no guarantee that she will read the email before I see her.

I’m not going to let my therapist know of my plans. We are ending and there is no point. I will see her next week and will hash things out. My feelings on the matter haven’t changed. I am going to miss her. I still can’t believe we are over. She will be my last therapist. I have made the decision not to continue with anyone else. It’s just too painful to be talking with someone and then it not work out. She was a great supporter in the things that I did. I just wish she was more of a therapist than a friend.

Friday Feeling

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

Friday Feeling

I woke up in a good mood. I made breakfast and then waited an hour for the next bus to the Square. I wrote in my journal and only had 4 shots of espresso as 5 was giving me anxiety. After I wrote and finished my coffee, I went to my PCP’s office to pick up my prescription and then went to the pharmacy. I wanted a burrito but I was tired and didn’t feel like walking over.

When I came home, I checked to see if fricken UPS delivered the stupid replacement phone so I could turn my phone on. It did and I was thankful. Then I spent an hour trying to get my phone turned on. It took me I don’t know how many tries with my insurance company and Sprint. They were both piggy backing each other. I was getting so annoyed. Then I started getting hungry and I was even more agitated. I didn’t get anywhere. I have to wait 24 hours for my phone to be turned back on. I asked if it would still work because tomorrow is Saturday and I really don’t want to wait till Tuesday. There will be hell to pay if I have to wait till then.

My proof came in and it looks okay. I have one blank page and the title page is not on the side I want it but it’s okay. I am not going to be fussy about it because trying to fix it might screw up the rest of the book. If you would like to purchase it the link is

It’s available as a paperback and Kindle. I am really excited about this. I wish I could let my therapist know about it but my damn phone is off and I can’t text her. I am so annoyed. I hate not having text availability.

Ankle so far hasn’t been too much trouble. I guess yesterday’s hell was because of the weather. It was kind of icy today but the sun melted most of it in places. I was scared of black ice as I was walking home from Walgreens because the lighting is poor on the side street I need to go down. But it wasn’t too bad. I didn’t wear my brace because it was a short walk and I didn’t want to put the contraption on for a block and a half. It was really cold though, with the wind it brought the temps down even colder after the sun went down. I went after the sun went down because my prescription had a long wait and I didn’t want to wait. But I needed my meds so I went later.

I turned the heat on to less than 70 and my room is a sauna. I didn’t bother to put on PJs. I am too hot for them. I got to turn the ceiling fan because I feel like I am going to go into heat exhaustion soon. I had to turn the heat up because my mother is sick and she felt cold. The house was cold as I turned the heat down last night when she went to bed. I bought her some cold medicine. I hope it makes her feel better. She really isn’t feeling well and I just worry. She didn’t eat her supper. I hope she didn’t give herself her insulin because that won’t be good. I really don’t want to call an ambulance because her sugar tanks. I am already on edge because I know a virus can fluctuate sugar levels. And I can’t fucking call her because my phone is useless so I need to go downstairs to check on her.