Cramping and other things

Cramps and other things

Last night, I fell asleep sometime after the 7th inning of the Cubs/Mets game. Mets won and will be going to the World Series!!! Baseball season is still going on and as long as it is, I will be paying attention. I fell asleep before the game was over. It was a blow out anyways and I didn’t think the Cubs were going to come back. Unfortunately, I must have moved my ankle the wrong way while I was sleeping because it cramped up pretty good. I couldn’t get it to straighten out without manually pushing it. I hate when I get cramps like that. It’s around 0415 when it started. I am glad it went away but now I can’t sleep. I took my pain meds and some Ativan in case the cramps come back. My ankle is really hurting from being contorted so I am hoping the pain meds help.

I was reading my Twitterline last night and a family doctor that I follow tweeted about a study of back pain and narcotics, saying that it wasn’t any good. I didn’t read the article because I knew it would upset me. I have heard over the years that the pain med I take is not good for acute pain, just chronic pain. Now I have this article and I don’t know what to think. I just know that if I was given pain meds when I first hurt my back, I might have avoided seeing a chiropractor and not ended up with cauda equina syndrome! I might have ended up with it the second time, anyway as I certainly wasn’t seeing a chiropractor then. If you have herniated discs, I encourage you NOT to see a chiropractor. I am not writing off the whole profession, just be wise that not all of them care about your spine and will want to keep you as a patient for as long as possible. I was helped before I got injured but then after I got injured, I wrote them off because I had herniated discs or slipped discs. Any spinal manipulation can cause CES if you have herniated discs. And don’t get me started on epidural injections. Those are just a money maker for doctors and have no real benefit for YOU. There is a 50% chance you might be helped and a chance you could get worse symptoms. I have scar tissue on my back (four back surgeries will do that) and in my nerves so I will NEVER get a shot in the back, no matter how enticing the doc may be.

I think the Mets and the Blue Jays are going to be in the Series. I could be wrong. Jays are facing a won game elimination so they really need to come back if they are to play. I really don’t want to the Royals to win.

My old laptop battery is dead. It cannot be revived. I luckily found one that was cheaper than $50 at Office Depot on Amazon.com. I love Amazon, I can get practically anything there. I always make sure that I go over $35 so I get free shipping. This order, I am ordering a bunch of baseball movies. I don’t know if I will be able to play them on my laptop as the screen is messed up, I might have to wait. But I got the classics like Sandlot, Major League and a League of her own. I wanted Bull Durham but it’s out of stock right now. I figured the movies might help my baseball depression, though it’s slowly moving toward my regular depressive state. I keep having thoughts of ending my life. I imagine doing something that takes my life away and then my niece finds me. It is unsettling because I don’t want her to be the one that finds me. It will be too traumatic for her. Not to say it will be any easier on another person, but a little kid would be too much.

One of the authors that I follow on Facebook posted pictures of this new writing space. I wish I could clear my room so I can get to my desk and then clear off my desk so I can have a space to write. Maybe it will be better than writing from my bed all the time. It might help me mentally not to have all that junk on my desk. I know most of it are my disability papers and old invoices and such. I haven’t touched them in more than two years so I think it’s safe to junk them. My author friend had his laptop and an old typewriter, but no paper. I found this odd. How are you supposed to type if you have no paper? It was very tidy, which kind of unnerved me. I am not a neat freak. I can’t stand things in proper places. I like clutter, but not too much. Unfortunately, I have a ton of clutter and can’t get out from underneath it. I have a bunch of my clothes in a box right now because I just can’t get to my closet because of stuff. It may sound strange but the clutter makes me feel more grounded and packed in. I like it even though it drives my family members crazy. Sometimes it does annoy me, especially when I am looking for something and can’t remember where it is.

Meds are kicking in now. I hope I wake up in time to make pancakes. I am addicted to oatmeal pancakes. They are my favorite food right now. It will be a good hearty breakfast. Until later.

Quote of the day 22 Oct 2015

I have proposed the view that suicide is prevented by changing our perception of the situation, and by redefining what is unbearable. Perceiving that there are other possible ways of seeing things, redefining the impossible, bearing the unbearable, swallowing the undigestible bolus of shame or guilt. Edwin Shneidman

Don’t Make Me

Don’t Make Me

I heard this Blake Shelton song last night and nearly cried. I texted my therapist some of the lyrics but I don’t think it got through to her yesterday. She was so frazzled by her phone not functioning we really didn’t talk about the texts I sent her. Her phone is still caputs as AT&T is doing service in her area and it’s affecting her connection. So instead of talking tomorrow, I have to wait till next week.

I had a bad night sleeping seems I woke up every time the pain meds wore off. Then temp stayed pretty stabled but it’s kind of damp and rainy so I am hurting. I was going to take a shower if I got up before 0700 but I woke up around 3 and fell back to sleep around 4 so set my alarm to wake up at a little after 7. Good thing I did because I was knocked out. I sort of dozed a bit before getting up and then I had to rush. I wanted to catch the 0822 bus and I was cutting it close. After the shower, I really just wanted to go back to bed but had to get going. It wore me out some. I caught the bus to the square and had my Starbucks. I realized on the bus ride that I forgot my headphones. Just wonderful. I think if my brother in law hadn’t scared me, I probably would have remembered to grab them. I was hurrying and forgot. So now I have another pair of headphones. I put this new pair in my backpack in case I forget again. It was raining by the time we got to the Square so I was glad I didn’t wear my Bluetooth set that I wanted to.

I met with my pdoc. I didn’t want to cry but I did. I told her it was my fault that I caused this problem with my therapist and she said that was ridiculous. It made me feel a little better about the situation. But she still doesn’t know exactly why my therapist is pushing for a new therapist. Everything is happening so fast that I don’t even know anymore. Sure I got mad at my therapist and wrote somethings to her that said I had enough, but she heard this stuff all before, why all of a sudden the change? She said she still wants to work with me, so why is she pushing a new therapist? Why do I have to go through that hassle? It just doesn’t make any sense and until I can talk with her again, I am not going to know. Maybe I missed something. And in my depressed mind I can’t figure it out. I am just coming up with reasons why she wants me gone, which I don’t think is totally through after being together 14 years. Sure the phone is a pain in the ass but why is it a problem after three years? Something is going on behind the scene that I don’t know about. That much I am certain. But what it is, I am not sure. I will have to wait until Tuesday to find out.

I told my pdoc that the depression is the worst that I have felt in years. I don’t ever recall a depression where I feel so empty inside. I told her I haven’t been writing and then starting the waterworks when I brought up the writing story. I know I can write about the difficulty but I just can’t find the motivation to do it. I no longer have a writing partner to help me anymore. Not like we were in competition or anything. But she would keep me on track with writing and it was nice to have someone to talk to specifically for writing. Now my partner is moving on to other creative projects like arts and crafts and bag making. Maybe she is burnt out by writing after she got married. I don’t know. Her bags are cute and I am thinking of getting one for my sister or cousin. It would make a nice Christmas gift. My writing is on hold until I can sort out the therapy situation. My pdoc is worried and wants me to let her know when I do.

As I need to send my laptop back to Dell for repair, I took out the old laptop. It works but the battery is dead. I tried finding on the Dell website and they don’t have them anymore. Office Depot has one for like $50. As long as it works while plugged in I won’t get one, though it might be worthwhile. I am just glad I can use the laptop. I just can’t use internet explorer as a browser because it’s old and my stupid hard drive won’t download the updates. That was one of the reasons why I had to get the new laptop because the old one wouldn’t update windows stuff. It’s a bad hard drive, with some kind of compatibility issue. I found this out when I had to get encryption for my work, and that was just when my laptop was a year old! But it connects to the net via the Chrome browser and word works so I am good. Everything else I can use my phone for. It’s just blogging that I need my laptop.

Weird Therapy Day

Weird therapy day

I am not having a good day. I woke up in the early morning hours in pain and then woke up an hour after I fell asleep. I just can’t get this pain under control. My mother decided to call me when I was just waking up and I didn’t want to talk to her so let it go to voicemail. I waited a little bit before going downstairs as I wasn’t completely woken up. When I did see her, she berated me for not answering the phone, like it was some emergency. She wanted me to let the gas man in the house to fix the meters. No can do as I have my therapy appointment. She wanted to go shopping. Tough shit.

I tried to have therapy today but my therapist’s phone just wasn’t cooperating. So we had the session via text message as that seemed to be the only thing her phone could do. So half the session was via talk and the rest via text. Interesting. We didn’t get much accomplished as you can imagine, though my therapist is a fast typer, faster than me. She still wants me to try and find someone face to face. I gave her the number for the center I found in my area that might be able to help me. I am not calling. I can’t stand the thought of being turned down or told to be put on a waiting list for months.

I told my therapist I was depressed. I am not eating, I don’t care about anything, and I have no energy. I am just so tired. And trying to find a new therapist in the mix of this is just dragging me down. I see my pdoc tomorrow and she wants me to tell her what I am feeling. I don’t know why I should bother. It’s not like she is going to help. I am getting a headache just thinking about it. I just want to go to sleep and not wake up, ever. I have to get up early tomorrow (which shouldn’t be a problem as I am up anyways) to get to this appointment with my pdoc. I really don’t want to go. I will just be wasting her time, like I am wasting my therapist’s time. I don’t know how they can stand me.

I told my therapist about Jack and Hyde and unfortunately, the phone cut out so I have no idea what she was saying. It was a very stressful session. I think she is going to get a new phone, least I hope she does. I understand why she doesn’t want to get a new phone but this has got to be a reason for getting a new one. I had to get a new phone because my phone was just not working anymore. And if the phone just doesn’t work anymore, what the hell is the point of using the device??

I am in a lot of pain today. The weather warmed up by twenty degrees. I am aching all over. But because I haven’t eaten anything substantial, I can’t take my NSAID pill. I have to have a full meal, not a small bag of popcorn. I just don’t want to make anything. I doubt I could because the gas people are working on the meters so I don’t think I can use the stove. I am so depressed, I don’t care. I just took some pain meds and an Ativan to get back to sleep. If my mother needs help with the damn groceries, I am going to be in dreamland. I just hope I don’t wake up, though I probably will. I didn’t take more than what is prescribed to me. Though I do feel like it. I really can’t because I don’t want to lose the trust of my doctors. That means a lot to me. I still haven’t figured out what I am going to say to my pdoc tomorrow. I know she will want some more information about my therapist and I just hope I don’t break down and cry. That is my biggest fear.

Other than writing this blog, I don’t have anything else I need to do today. I still need to find a quote for tomorrow’s “Quote of the Day”. It’s getting harder to find because the book is almost finished. I might have to start looking into his other books. I am finding it fun to have this type of blog. Once I have exhausted Dr. Shneidman’s works, I suppose I could go to Kay Redfield Jamison. She has a lot of quotes.