Not a good day
I woke up around 2 am to pee. I was up for a bit and felt like I should see my therapist today so sent a message to her. At 2 am. She sent me a response asking why I sent it at 2 am. So I didn’t see her. I feel like I should cancel tomorrow but I won’t. Voices are going bananas. The German voiced one is back. I have no idea what he is saying as his accent is so thick. I know that he wants me to die as that much is clear. So now there are three male voices. I thought I was getting better and this shit happens. I was able to get an appointment with the therapist for the 6th, the day after I see the neurosurgeon. I sent her a message saying that I was feeling suicidal and voices were bad. Haven’t gotten a response to ANY of my messages so I don’t even know why I fucking bother.
My mood has been low all day. I just want to sleep but I can’t because of the voices going around and around. I managed a shower and it further exhausted me. I wanted to shave my face and pits but it never happened. I just washed up and that was that. It took me forever to dry off as I was so tired afterwards.
I managed to have some lunch. I had some chili. Past few days I have just been eating cereal. Special K came out with a honey oat multigrain that is the bomb. It is so good. I really like it. It is cold today but I don’t think I will be going out. I was thinking about maybe heading to the Boston Public Library to do my research for my book but I am so damn tired all the time I don’t think I can do it. I can barely take care of myself. I still got a cold but it is finally going away. I just have a stuffy nose left over. Been taking 10,000 IUs of vit D. It seems to be helping a lot. I just wish this fatigue would go away. I am not looking forward to two appointments tomorrow. There is an hour in between them so not back to back. It is just going to be an exhausting day.
Sick and in a flare
I woke up around 5 am because my bladder said to. I then decided to stay up as my grocery delivery was scheduled between 830 and 9. I had two cups of coffee and a breakfast sandwich. After the delivery I put the stuff away and then got my haircut. I went without checking the bus schedule and was too early. I had sent a message to my doc asking if I had to see him because of the mucus being green from my nose. I didn’t get notification until after I got home so I had to go back out again. I just wanted to go to bed and sleep. I was so tired and I had a mocha after my cut. No amount of caffeine was going to keep me awake. I got to the doctors and had to wait. Office was busy. I got sent home with a “ I will live” and I cursed myself for going in. I was really exhausted and tired by the time I got home.
I was playing with my phone and had to use the bathroom. Coming back to my room my ankle flared up. I had to have my niece get my cane in my room. Now I am stuck here. I went to bed before grabbing some catheters so the next time I go may not be the bathroom. I have not been successful cathing in bed. I guess I will have to figure it out now.
I used to love Twitter. I used to get my news from there. Now, I rather be in the dark about the fucking news because every day my govt does something stupid or unconstitutional. Let this year be over so I don’t have to deal with the election bullshit (I will vote!!) and let Jan 31st happen with NEW admin that is Democratic or Pigskins anything but R. All I will say on the matter. If this offends you, I am not sorry.
Hope this weekend’s storm doesn’t kill me. My little suicidal brain has been calculating shit. I won’t get far if and only if my psych do what I told them to do. Other day when I was in painsomnia mode, the voices got out of control. I was thinking of going in the hosp but now with this cold, it isn’t going to happen. They don’t allow fricken cough drops on the unit and the ones that they do allow are the kind that a doctor has to write an order for and numbs you. I hate those kind. I also don’t think going in will be good for my bladder condition. I am too fearful of an infection happening, either because of my having to cath (if the unit allows ME to do it) or if I have to have a Foley and a leg bag. Psych unit bathrooms can be gross even if cleaned once a day. The voices are responding to the higher dose of Invega. I guess I will have to keep taking this dose despite side effects. Benadryl and Ativan will have to be my counter agents for the side effects. I switched taking it to the morning and haven’t had any sign of effects yet.
I’ve already decided that if I am still sick next week, I am going to cancel my appointments with my psychopharm and therapist. I didn’t have therapy this week because of being sick. I supposed I could have been seen today but I really didn’t want to so opted for next week. I am having the fuck its come into play where I don’t want to see either of them because I just feel so damn hopeless. I might cancel anyways or just one as I am supposed to meet both the same day but at different times. I don’t know why I do that because it kills me but it gets it out of the way I suppose. Guess it will depend on how much this virus and this flare will conspire against me and what my recovery will look like. Stay tuned…
First bad news of the year
I’ve had bladder pain all weekend and my uro is out of the office due to illness so she wanted me to see my pcp. My pcp wasn’t in the office so I went to medical walk in. The doc there was concerned I might have appendicitis so he had me down for a CT scan. The scan indicated everything was normal except my spine which had advance discogenic degenerative changes from L2-L5. Not the news I wanted to hear. I am already freaking out over my upcoming neurosurgeon appointment and this just added to my nerves, no pun intended. I am going to ask my PCP to tell him what has been going on and to see what he (neurosurg) wants to do. Maybe he wants to see me sooner than the 5th. I don’t know. My psych said that if I have surgery, she will visit me. Least that is one way of seeing her again. Though I rather it be her new office not my hospital room!
I’ve been in a mood since I came home. I want to self-destruct. I sent my psych a message that I am keeping things as best I can even though I want to plan right now (I didn’t tell her that). If I had some lethal method I would probably act on it. I am keeping focus on things other than suicide and that is very hard when you just want to end your life because things suck so bad right now. I did some Amazon shopping. I probably will do some more tomorrow as there are a few things that I need that I didn’t get. I just don’t want three charges all on the same card.
Voices have no calmed down despite me increasing the dose back to 4.5 mg of Invega. I might have to wait a bit. I canceled therapy for tomorrow because I just can’t go back to the hosp. I am so frigging tired and the stupid doctor hit my right heel to see if it caused abdominal pain that it flared up the sensitivity and my Achilles heel as well. I am in pain all over the place. Plus my ankle is in HUGE amount of pain. It locked up on me again when I came home soon after I took the AFO brace off. I haven’t eaten anything substantial but I gained five pounds since the last time I was weighed. I don’t know when that was but I was five pounds less. I am upset over gaining the weight. I was doing well to stay below 200 but I couldn’t stay off. I just had ensure when I came home and Gatorade. I am not hungry, even though I should be.
On the way home, I found out the GOP Senators were traitors like they have been the past two years and Derek Jeter got into the HOF. I am happy about Derek. He has my deepest respect because even though he was a Yankee, he played with heart and class. Unlike some people that will never make it into the HOF.
I am feeling really out of sorts. The voices are continuing to tell me I am meaningless and worthless. This has been going on for a week and I am about to snap. I don’t know what I will do but it won’t be good. I am trying not to give into my impish ways. I just feel so awful about my back and there is nothing I can do except wait until I see the neurosurg. I also got to wait two days for the urine culture to come back to see if I have a urine infection. That is a lot of waiting. The doc gave me the choice of going on antibiotics now but I didn’t want to be treated for the wrong bug so I decided to wait, which is the right thing to do. Just sucks. The urinalysis wasn’t positive at all so I don’t think there is any bugs causing the bladder pain. Nothing showed up on the CT scan so I am starting to think this is a CRPS thing. If I am right, this is going to be a problem when I have top surgery. I got to read more into Type1 CRPS. Type 2 is supposed to be the “bad” one. But I don’t have that so it shouldn’t be spreading to my bladder. UGH. I got to play medical detective because there is no one else to play with the clues. Though the pain is bad but not as bad as my ankle pain. Not choosing pains just saying. I hope I can sleep tonight but tomorrow is shot and pay day so I doubt it. It’s already 11pm. I will probably give the T at midnight. Sleep for a few hours to wake up to pay some bills then sleep some more. I want to get a haircut tomorrow. I kind of fucked it up as I went wild but I don’t think I did a too bad of a job that my barber can’t fix.
My sister is sick and when my other sister told me I laughed out loud because she opened up all the fucking windows in the house when it was like 18 degrees out. Fuck. Serves her right. Dumbass she is. I have my window open and I only got sick because my mother doesn’t wash her hands or cover her mouth when she coughs, and she has had a bad cough. Her foot doctor sent her to her primary as she had a bad coughing fit. UGH. They have her on antibiotics, which is good. If they have her on something else, I doubt she will take it. She will pay for it but she won’t use it. I don’t get that at all. Meanwhile I got to remember to budget my money this month so I can get my meds. I forgot last month. My bad. January is tough. I don’t even know what my monthly insurance is going to be yet. I haven’t gotten the invoice yet. I am thinking it is going to be at least $232, might be more but I will stick with that for now.
This saying “just stay” has been kicking around the suicide prevention circles I have run across. Some days it helps me to focus on staying here. Other days, I want to scream why, I don’t deserve to be here. Today I am feeling a little hopeful because my psych sent me a message and it really made me feel like someone really cares about me. I am taking that with me so that I can do this Herculean project I want to do.
Last year when I was thinking of something to do about writing my book, I thought of writing a baseball history book about what teams were called before what they are currently. Like the Red Sox had many names before being called the Sox. If you look at the World Series, they are listed as Americans or red stockings. The Yankees were called the Orioles before they were the Yankees. I find this so interesting and seeing as there isn’t a book about it, I want to write it. One of my favorite authors, SE Hinton, always says “write what you want to read.” I always wanted to learn about the history of baseball teams so I want to write it. I am not sure I will have to go to Cooperstown to get the information I need but if I do have to go there, I will. I am not sure how I will finance it but I am sure there is a will there is a way.
Yesterday, I had therapy and it was a disaster. We talked about frustrated needs that Shneidman says contributes to suicide. She didn’t understand what these needs meant to me to understand why I am suicidal. She wants me to write them and then write the things that get in the way. That was going on and then the voices got unbearable. I asked her if she felt I was meaningless. At first she was like why am I thinking that. When I told her the voices were saying this and I needed her to tell me they were wrong she then said that I was not meaningless so that reality testing happened. Then she asked more about the voices and I said that I had lowered my dose. She flipped out in a very concerned way. She wants me to talk to my psychopharm about doing something to help the voices go down as this is a serious matter. I did send a message to the psychopharm but have not heard back from her. I also sent a message to my uro and she hasn’t responded either. I am going to have to drop a urine sample next week when I am back at the hospital.
I am coming down with a cold. The virus has been hanging around the house as my mother and sisters have been sick. I am treating it with rest, fluids, and vitamin D. I find that vitamin D helps respiratory and cold infections better than anything. There was a study I was involved in and D actually helps the cytokines fight infection. But the trick is you have to be out of deficiency in order for the D to work. Find out if you are deficient, get stable on D and you will be able to fight getting the cold better. I find that if I take 10,000 IUs for a few days, my cold symptoms go away faster. So instead of being sick 10-14 days, I am sick maybe 4-5 days. This works for me. It might not work for someone else but I am just throwing it out there. The cytokine is Hcap18. There have been a lot of studies with this and asthma. A Google search will help you understand this if you don’t believe me.
I made a cup of English tea. It is by Twining called Everyday Tea. I got it from an English friend I know on Twitter. The tea is really English as it is from the UK. I love it as it is a full bodied tea and is strong. It is really good especially on cold New England days like today. It is 14 (-10C) degrees out. Hope it helps this cold that I have. It is cold in my room because I have the window open. It is 64 (17C) degrees in my room. I love the cold and this temp suits me. I just put on a sweatshirt on top of my long sleeve shirt. My ankle is really hurting today. I have had to take gabapentin and extra breakthrough meds to try and quiet it. It feels like I am being stabbed and the pain is right through the joint making me feel suicidal. I want to shave and shower but it doesn’t look like that is going to happen today.