Tag: chronic pain

Up Early again 2

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

Up Early again

I woke up at 0330 to go to the bathroom and then couldn’t go back to sleep. I had some messages on my various apps so I checked them. One of the blogs I read had another blog from a different author so I decided to read that but it was so boring that I had to stop reading it half way through.

I woke up somewhat congested so I took my nasal spray to clear up my nasal passageways. It has been a few days since I last used it. I am supposed to use it every day but I forget sometimes. My ankle started flaring up soon as I got back to my room so I took some pain meds for it. Now I am just waiting for it to make me sleepy.

I feel really depressed. I know it’s because I keep dealing with physical pain more than anything. I just can’t get away from it and it’s really bringing me down. When I met with my PCP last week, I had to have him tell me I wasn’t an addict because the voices were harping on me again about that. He told me I wasn’t and I felt reassured. He understands that I am a person in chronic pain and need medication to relieve that pain. He really is a nice doctor. He is younger than I thought he would be, not that it matters. Sometimes they get these new doctors and you think they are older because they are new. But he was young. I hope he sticks it out with the practice.

Being up this early is going to ruin my whole day now. I am going to be sleepy. I wanted to go to the Square so I could get a burrito at Chipotle. I would have gone yesterday but I was too sleepy. I don’t know if I will be going to the hospital today. I got to wait for my psychiatrist to get back to me. I need to take a shower today because I haven’t taken one since Friday morning. I always tend to lose track of when I shower because it isn’t one of my top priorities.

I’m glad I checked my bag for T-shirts because I had only one packed. That wouldn’t do. I put in three more. That should be plenty for me. I also need to pack my coloring book and crayons. I think it would be nice to have them with me. I have decided that when I get discharged, I am not letting my therapist know. I will talk with her in the new year. I don’t care. I need a break from her antics.

I think I need to take an Ativan. My ankle is really hurting and it’s bringing my anxiety up. I hate when that happens. I haven’t decided how I am going to tell my mother I am going to the hospital. She always freaks out when I have to go in. And I always get the “whys”, like I don’t need to be in. She is not very understanding of my mental illness. I just hope when I get to the unit they don’t take away my shoelaces. Some units do that and it really bothers me when you have to re-lace your sneakers.

I hope that because I am in the hospital where my psychiatrist is, she can visit me. I would really like that. I just realized that because I will be in the hospital, I won’t be having any caffeine. That is really sad. I hope I don’t get a headache because of it. Those kinds of headaches suck.

random 154

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

Random 154

I went to bed at a decent hour because the meds knocked me out. Then I woke up at 0100 and went to sleep two hours later. I had enough and sent my psychiatrist an email. I asked her how I was to get to the unit she wants me on. She is trying to get me a bed for tomorrow or Wednesday. I haven’t done much today except sleep. I planned on making myself something to eat around noon but that didn’t happen. I ended up falling asleep and not waking up until my mother called asking me what I wanted for dinner. She made fish and chips. Then I had a couple of muffins and toast. Now I am full.

I haven’t texted my therapist all day. The last text I sent her was last evening saying I was “high”. I have no idea why I texted her that. I was loopy as anything from the strong pain meds. It was like I was drunk but I hadn’t been drinking. I hate that feeling.

It snowed today. I must have missed the weather report on Twitter. I had no idea there was snow in the forecast. Seems this week is going to be shitty. I just hope that I can get to where I need to go without delays. I need to take a shower and cut my fingernails. Hate doing both, but it needs to happen. I also got to check my bag to see if I have T-Shirts. I don’t remember if I packed them or not. All these little details that go into an admission. I hate it. There is no guarantee that I will have my phone. I have no idea what kind of unit they have as I have never been on it. First time for everything, I guess.

Other than the blog world, I haven’t told anyone but one friend that I am going in the hospital. I am glad that I am going to one in Boston rather than the other hospital I went to in May. It’s just more convenient transit wise. My doc said that I might have to go through the ER to get a bed. I don’t know what they will do for me, but at least I won’t have my medication, all of them, at my disposal 24/7.

Man, I started this blog a half hour ago and took my pain meds. Now I am feeling the effects of it. I’m ready to go back to sleep. Least I am not in as much pain as I was. I think the strong pain pill broke the cycle of severe pain that I was in. I am glad because it was driving me crazy. I don’t take the pill every day or even every other day. Just when I can’t stand the pain anymore or the regular pain pill isn’t working. If I had known the meds were going to work this quickly, I would have waited a little longer.

I’m hoping my psych gets back to me before my therapy appointment and tells me to go to the hospital so I don’t have therapy. I really don’t want to talk to my therapist. Least being in the hospital will give me a much needed break from her. I know she will be happy not to have sessions with me. I am sure my suicidality has given her nightmares.

current situation

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

I haven’t been in a good mood today. My ankle is hurting me and has been for most of the day. I finally caved in and took a pain pill after I had a big lunch and a second cup of coffee. Then my cousin, who is visiting from Texas, called. I knew he wanted to see me and sure enough that was the reason for his call. I tried explaining to him that I was in pain and couldn’t walk. He wasn’t listening and it pissed me off. I am not going two houses down the street to see him. I can barely walk around my kitchen much less walk the short distance to my aunt’s house.

I tried watching my Pats but lost interest when it was close to halftime. I like watching the updates on Twitter. I want to email my psych and ask her if I go into the psych ER tomorrow, will I be admitted to the unit she wants me at or will I go to the other hospital. I need a break from myself. I feel I should page her to talk it over with her but I know if I do, then things might be set in stone and I hate that feeling of being pushed in the hospital. I just worry that if I don’t go to the unit my psych wants me to go and I end up elsewhere, I am not going to get my pain medication the right way because it’s not written the way I take it. I am so frustrated that this issue still hasn’t been taken cared of.

I did some reading today. I didn’t get as far as I would like. I kept getting distracted. In the book, the author was writing that John Hay became friends with Henry Adams. It reminded me of the book I read that was written by him. It would be a nice book to re-read. However, I have no idea where the copy of the book is. I went looking for it and it’s not where I thought it would be, so it could be anywhere. I will probably find it when I am looking for something else.

Great, my toes are now painful. I didn’t get to sleep last night until 0300 and then woke up around 0800. Not enough sleep. I was in a lot of pain last night which is why I was up as well as having PTSD symptoms, which didn’t do me much good. I am glad I am not napping because my brother in law is taking the Christmas stuff downstairs and he is making one hell of a racket.

I emailed my psychiatrist about my current situation. I didn’t discuss going to the hospital because what the fuck are they going to do with me besides watch me every 15 minutes. They can’t do anything about my pain and I am just fucking frustrated that the idea of being in a ward without access to my meds when I want them is just too much for me to take right now. I am going to take the strong pain pill and be dopey the rest of the evening. I don’t care. Maybe I will sleep. If my asshole cousin calls again, I think I will tell him to go to hell. And he better not come up my house because I really don’t want to go downstairs right now. I have started crying and am a weeping mess.

5 O’Clock Pain hour and other thoughts

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

Five O’clock Pain Hour and other thoughts

I woke up at 0500. Within a few minutes I was in pain. I took some meds and I have been thinking some stuff that is making me a little nervous. I keep thinking about going into the hospital. Trouble is that, I don’t want to go back to the unit I was on in May. They don’t have any real “treatment” so it would be a waste of time. If I go on the other unit my psychiatrist was telling me about, maybe I would have some kind of treatment. I am going to email my psych and see if she still wants me to go in the hospital. I had another suicidal moment last night and it was really scary. Luckily, I talked with a friend of mine from Canada.

I still don’t know what the plan is for my therapist and it’s giving me anxiety. I know she doesn’t want to quit on me but with me having an “adjunctive” therapist, I can’t see how we are going to work. I don’t understand why SHE can do the things that this therapist is going to do. She is supposed train in some DBT stuff and she has some trauma training. I just don’t see why suddenly she can’t help me. It’s so frustrating. I just feel like it’s my fault, that I did something wrong somehow. I know that is my defensive thinking going on. Whenever something goes wrong, I immediately think it’s my fault. But I don’t know where the fault is or what it is.

I went online to see how much glasses were. If I order them online it’s $125 dollars and that includes transition lenses. Thing is the glasses tend to not fit right. I have to play around with them to make them fit right. If I go to an optical place I know I will pay at least 3 times that amount. And I want to get a pair of sunglasses for driving. For some reason the transitions do not work when you are in a car, which makes it difficult to drive when it is sunny out.

I took a shower yesterday morning at like 0430. I just hope I didn’t wake up my sister and brother in law. My shower is above their bedroom. I cared but not really. I really needed a shower and had to shave. My trimmer ran out of gas so I have it charging now. I hope it charges. I tried to use it while plugged in and it didn’t work at all. It was dead. I really love this trimmer and I hope I didn’t let it die on me.