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I’m hurting tonight. Left leg is swollen and hurts like a SOB. I hope I get some sleep tonight as I got to get up early tomorrow. I have an appointment with a group leader I hope to get into a group with. I don’t know if it will work out as the walk is a hike from the T station. I’m worried I might not make it. I’ll bring my cane tomorrow just in case my leg is in support. I know it is because it is snowing out.

Today was my niece’s birthday party. I made chicken wings for the party. They were gone by the end of it. Everyone loves my chicken wings.

I got a paper I need to revise for an upcoming blog post. I have had a chance to do it today and doesn’t look like I am going to do it tonight as I am pretty medicated, or will be. The pain started when I woke up this afternoon. My sister kept calling me like every friggen hour on making the wings so I didn’t get much sleep. I hope it doesn’t last long because it will drive me crazy and it doesn’t help me walking.

I hate waking up early for any reason but tomorrow I will make an exception and go to this appointment. I hope it is for the good because I really want something that gets me out of the house and maybe help my mood somewhat.

memories of the past

It’s the beginning of February. January is now a thing of the past. It was a tough month to get through. I still am hormonal and don’t like it one bit. I never cry unless there is a good reason but lately everything makes me weepy.

February is not a month I enjoy either. It is an anniversary month of my CES, Cauda Equina Syndrome. I got it 12 years ago when I was twenty-five and it has messed up my life since then. (for story see https://midnightdemon.com/2012/12/21/my-ces-story/) I have made progress with it. I can walk without assistance but I need an AFO (ankle foot orthotic) to do so or I pull my muscle in my leg, causing me pain. I can’t stand too long or walk long distances like I used to before CES. And it sucks because I love to walk. Now I’m lucky if I can walk around the corner to Walgreens without feeling fatigued and in pain. I wish I could say that the bowel and bladder aspect is great but they have gotten worse over the years instead of better. I no longer trust farts. I have had too many accidents thinking it was air when in reality it was shit. To many CESers, it’s called Sharts. My bladder leaks when full until it registers that I have to go. I guess me wearing feminine product at this time is a good thing. I don’t have to worry about leaking into my underwear as there is a pad there. I mostly have to worry more when I go out.
The pain of living with CES is horrendous. But since I have been back on my mood stabilizer, the zings, burning, and zaps have been to a minimum. Except my leg pain has been there with it’s own twinges and pain. This is the type of pain that drives me nuts and when it continues longer than twenty-four hours, makes me suicidal. I have a high pain tolerance but after dealing with something painful for more than twenty-four hours it wears you out like the flu. I am on a ton of pain medication from anti-convulsants to gels to narcotics to deal with the pain. This combination seems to be working.
The New England weather also plays its part in driving pain levels through the roof. If the temperature drops or has a high between 20-30 degrees my spine will ache something awful. Yesterday was 50 degrees and today it is supposed to drop to 10 so I know I am going to be feeling it. Right now it’s 30 degrees out but feels like 13. That’s my hometown for you.

I hope this month doesn’t bring the flashbacks of 2001 with it. I really don’t want to go through that again. It was tough the first time around. But you never know with PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder) how you are going to react. You might be fine or you might be a basket case. Your nerves might be on edge all day. Luckily I don’t work where this all happened so it might be easier this year. But you would think that after ten years it wouldn’t affect you but it does. Just like in March I always remember the night I fell apart. Sometimes you are just stuck with the images in your head that you just can’t get out. You get sucked back into the past. And it’s an anxiety provoking experience. But I have learned a thing or two about grounding and staying in the present.

I have a week to try and not think about it. A week of not remember what it was like waiting in the ER, talking with the neurosurgeon resident, neurology resident, and neurology fellow about the seriousness of my condition and need for surgery all on being awake for 36 hours of being in pain and agony and no sleep. But when things were at the worst and it was 4 in the morning, I had enough of being nice guy and wanted to speak to my psychiatrist about being “competent” to sign a consent form for surgery. She explained the story that I had CES and needed surgery and not the three idiots that were standing in front of me. I quickly asked if the surgeon was board certified and found out he/she wasn’t so I said find me someone who is or I am not having the surgery. That’s when they called in a pituitary specialist to do my operation. Luckily I was ok but I developed a staph infection two weeks later and needed another surgery to clean it out. Which meant another week in the hospital. I’m getting anxious writing this so I am going to stop here for now. You have the CES story if you want more on what happened after this.

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Mood has shifted just a little bit but I still have not left the house for anything. I just feel like my world is coming to an end and there is nothing I can do about it. Least today the numbness wore off just a little bit to let some feelings in so I can write a bit.

Got a bunch of paperwork, one for the group therapy place and the other from my long term disability place. Each packet is like twenty pages. I have my work cut out for me. Though I hardly have the energy to do it. I still need to get my taxes done. I keep saying tomorrow and tomorrow comes and goes. I feel weighed down though I don’t know from what.

I stopped taking the birth control pill last night to hurry things up. I figure there is no point taking them for the rest of the week if I am just going to stop them anyway. I’m kind of scared because I don’t know what kind of havoc this is going to place on me mentally. So far there has been no change in my menses and thankfully I don’t have any cramps. But the wearing of female products I still killing me. I just have gotten so used to not having a menstrual cycle that now it just feels so overwhelming. It’s making me so depressed and suicidal that all I can think about is ending my life because I don’t want to go through with this. That is what my suicidality is truly about. Not being able to cope with my false identity. And I am really pissed off that no one really cares except for my therapist. She is kind of freaked out right now as my mood is unpredictable. I know my friend that I have been writing with is kind of worried too though she is pretending she is not. I just don’t have many people to talk to about this. I feel that it’s too much information or just to hard to try and explain.

I just don’t know if I will be ok during this period. I know my shrink is worried since my post the beginning of the week. I still want to cut but the feeling come and go. I haven’t yet but that doesn’t mean I won’t. I hate that I love walking about in t-shirts all the time. If I start wearing long sleeve shirts my family might notice something off. Cutting is a huge thing to cover up. I used to not care when I was a teen, but now that I am an adult it still is kind of hard to cover up when you have a 7 yr old that smells band aids a mile a way.

issues

The new year started and I think I can finally come out of the closet as being a “girl” and tell my family I’m a guy. Then my menses started and I was really on edge. I told one of my sisters the week after new years and had a meltdown the whole weekend. It was crying from relief, frustration, anger, etc you name it. She was concerned about telling my mother and my other sister so I have decided to put that off for now.

Unfortunately this year has not started right. Week before, the dreaded menses started and have not stopped for the past 6 fucking weeks. I missed a pill because I was sick and that is how this whole thing started. I am so mad at myself because that is the one pill I take above all the others. I have had a mixture of break through bleeding and I just want it to stop so I can go back to being a man and wear my boxers again. I have to wear female underwear and I don’t like it at all. It is messing with my head. Here I was ready to come out as a guy and I am bleeding like a girl. Talk about head spinner. I feel humiliated beyond belief and I want to cut so bad. I’m fantasizing about how it will make me feel but I know that if I start I won’t be able to stop. It’s like a drug. The release is intense. Right now I’m feeling so numb that it might just help me feel something.

I hate not being able to control my menstrual cycle. I have to go back to the reproductive endocrine doc and I know she most likely will want to do the female exam I have been dreading. I feel so demoralized by this, so humiliated because I was a true man, this wouldn’t be happening. I’m so tired of not being a guy on the outside. I’m just about ready to end it all. I have time to write letters, to say I am sorry that I tried but my damn cycle fucked everything up for me. And I have to end it. I tried telling my psychiatrist this but I don’t think I got through.
My therapist has my suicide notes I wrote back in 2009. I just gave them to her to hold for me. They were written right before I was involuntarily hospitalized.

I figure if I cut it might let go some of the suicidal thoughts. I know that sounds stupid but I really think it might help. I can’t stand the pain of living this, this two lives bullshit anymore. I feel I have taken two steps back in this arena when I wanted to move forward. I hear the constant voice that says I will always be a little girl no matter what and I want it to shut up once and for all. I won’t be graphic about what I will do but I just think a little cut is all I need to get the stuff out of my head. Maybe then the pain will stop and I can feel normal again.