Saturday Blog 34

Saturday Blog 34

I woke up at a decent hour today. I knew my mother wasn’t going to be visiting my aunt because she is sick so I went downstairs to make breakfast. I had called my sister to find out if she could take me to Stop and Shop so I can get the stuff for the chicken wings and my prescription. She agreed. Hours later she came home and we went. I had just finished drinking my coffee.

I am kind of glad I went out today. It is cool but when you started moving around you got really warm. I was wearing a plaid shirt and got really hot with it on but we quickly went shopping so I didn’t take it off until I came home. With all the hustle and bustle of shopping, my ankle really hates me right now and I still need to cook the chicken wings as my sister wants them really bad. I just hope I have enough sauce for the wings as we bought four packages of wings. They are going to be really yummy. I am going to make it spicy with the habanero sauce. It will be the first time making them spicy, or trying to. Last time I made them a little hot but no kick. Got to try harder today.

I am depressed that my football game is not on a channel I get. But I have been getting updates via Twitter. It’s not the same as watching it though. Last night, I watched the Cubs and Cards game. That was fucking awesome to see Lester melt down. I don’t know why they kept him in the 8th inning and when he gave up the home run, I was glad Maddon fucked up to give the Cards the edge. Then his reliever gave up a 2 run blast and that was it. Game over. Cards win the first game. I really hope the Cubs lose the series.

I wrote my therapist a letter late last night. I told her all that I was feeling and such. Then I sent it to her. I know she probably won’t be reading it till Tuesday as she is out of the office until then. I think I told her also that if she doesn’t read the mail that I sent her (via snail mail), I won’t be sending her anything else. I told her I was very close to trying to find another therapist in my area, if I can find one. It’s so hard to find someone that is willing to take a high risk suicidal patient. I don’t think I am going to disclose being suicidal, if asked. It will just quickly shut down the line of communication and then I will be forced to try and find someone else. But something needs to change. I can’t always be the one to listen to my therapist. She has to listen to me sometimes, too. And I am tired of her telling me I don’t have any spoons left. Every fucking week I hear the same damn story. Get over it already. I wish what she was talking was psychobabble but it’s not even that. She just reiterates what I say, to let me know she heard me and then she goes off on how many spoons it’s going to take to do whatever is I am telling her. I wish I never told her about the damn spoon theory.

I’m going to have to take my laptop to the hospital. A wire is loose and it’s causing my display to become all fuzzy and then cut out. I have to adjust the lid. I thought updating the video card drivers solved the problem but it didn’t. Now I have to have the lid a certain way in order to use my laptop. Just so frustrating. I will have to do this and pray that by my next pay period my display doesn’t die. I have a friend in the business so I am going to try and take it to him rather than Geek Squad. My laptop is no longer under warranty and I don’t want to send it to Dell as that would mean I would be without a laptop while they fixed the problem. I still have my older laptop that I think still works but It’s been at least two years since I last booted it up. It’s much heavier than my current laptop and gets really hot quickly. It’s also much slower as it’s a 32 bit processor. But it works, least I hope it still does.

Having a Crappy Day, Literally

Having a Crappy Day, Literally

I woke up early this morning in pain. I took some pain meds and when I went downstairs to have my nutritious donuts, my brother in law came up with some dishes to be washed. He and my sister are renovating their kitchen and don’t have a sink to use right now. He told me my mother would be watching my niece as she didn’t have school today. Weird because they don’t have school on Monday either because of the holiday. So the kids have one long weekend. Anyways, my mother wasn’t up yet so I said I would watch her until her grandmother came and got her. While I got settled in the kitchen debating on making a burrito, my mother came downstairs and so freed me from having to babysit. HA! I knew I would be toast anyways as I took my pain meds and within an hour, I was. I didn’t sleep very good as I had weird dreams and then my mother screamed my name and scared me to death. Someone was at the door and she couldn’t go down because she hurt her other knee. So I get up and go down the two flights of stairs to someone that isn’t there. My niece had answered the door. Why the fuck she didn’t tell my mother she did is beyond me. I was so pissed I got up for nothing. So I go back up the two flights of stairs and my ankle decides it doesn’t like it so I am in pain again. I take another pain pill and go back to sleep.

I got up around noon or shortly there after. I had to go to the bathroom so I did. And then killed some time before getting dressed and catching the bus to the Square for coffee. I was planning to check out the price of chicken wings so I can make them tomorrow night or Sunday. I got to the Square and did my routine of having coffee and writing in my journal. I then went to the meat shop to check on the price of chicken wings. They only had small packages. I would need at least three or four to make the quantity I needed for the recipe and I didn’t want to spend that much on it so headed back to the bus stop to catch the bus. I then decided to go to Stop and Shop to pick up my prescription and get the rest of the ingredients needed for the recipe. Soon as I was approaching my stop to get off, it downpoured. So I didn’t want to walk in the rain as I didn’t have an umbrella. I knew it was going to rain today but thought I could beat it out. I was so close. So no chicken wings today. I will have to go tomorrow if the weather permits or if my sister or brother in law takes me. I would take either of their cars but I can’t drive them. They are big SUVs and I just don’t trust my peripheral vision to drive them.

So rather than wait in the rain for the next bus, I got off at the station to go home. I didn’t think anything was wrong. I got stuck in the down pour at the station and got pretty wet. Luckily, the bus came before I got soaked. And the bus had the AC on so it was pretty damn cold on the ride home. I just got to my house when it down poured again. I couldn’t win staying dry. Got in the house, changed and then felt like I had to go to the bathroom again. As I got up, I felt sticky and panicked. I didn’t pass any gas or anything while I was out so I was hoping it was something other than what I thought it was. I was wrong. I crapped my pants and didn’t realize it. That just made my day. On the anniversary of my CES diagnosis, I crap my pants. Just fucking wonderful. I really was pissed. I don’t know how long that crap was in my pants. I had no sensation of it until I came home. It’s possible I went while I was undressing. I don’t fucking know. I just know that it sucks. I feel ashamed of myself. I hate my therapist for keeping me here. I could die right now from embarrassment. Sure getting soaked by the rain is one thing but crapping your pants is another. I hate this condition. I should have killed myself 10 years ago so I wouldn’t have to be dealing with this today or any day.

quote of the day Oct 9, 2015

How many suicides do you want, and I say I don’t want any, but I want there to be the freedom to do it. I study suicide but I am not pro-suicide. I’m for suicide prevention. –Edwin Shneidman