confused1
05-01-2007, 01:53 AM
Tuesday I had a lot of fun. Wednesday I paid for it. Threw up madly for four or five hours and then spent the next two days in bed. I'm almost back to "normal" now, but the whole thing set off my gyroscope and now I'm back to swervy feelings and gremlins dashing in at the edges whenever I least expect it.
I gave out yesterday. I'm all out of gas and strength and everything. Husband has been fed up with me. He spends all his time and energy keeping the house afloat -- after working horribly long hours. And I can't even do a real vacation. Travel makes me sick, etc.
I lost it. Told him the truth about how I think of suicide and only don't do it cuz I know what it would do to our sons, both of whom suffer terrible depression.
He started making appointments. Took me to my GP today. I don't know why. It's the same thing over and over. GP says it's "unusual" for Sjogren's to make a patient so ill and that he believes I must be depressed and that there's not much to be done for nerve pain. Uh-huh, heard it all before. This time husband heard it too.
I left with Rx for amtriptalene (sp?) for depression and pain help. Will make me groggy and put on pounds. Yippie.
I'm going for counseling. Again.
Bottom line: Coping. I just have to find some deeper wellspring of courage, strength, toughness, acceptance of pain and fatigue aned the other stuff that goes with it. (confusion, balance issues that keep me from driving frequently, falling, verbal confusion)
So it continues, I'm costing money again and have zero hope of ever bringing anymore in.
And yes, I am feeling gawdawful sorry for myself. And whining. And self-pitying. And it's really not pleasant or mature and I should just buck up and get a hold of myself and accept my lot and be an inspiration to my children and the world in general.
Thank you for letting me howl and whine. I'm not here often cuz i don't feel I have a lot to offer. And because sometimes I get overwhelmed with how much pain and misery and suffering there is and how brave and wonderful so many people are. I do love so many people here. And through the past four years I don't think I would have made it without the support and laughter I've found here. Please forgive me for carrying on like a snotty child. I know I've been wallowing in self-pity way, way too long.
If the amtriptaline doesn't work, then I'm going to try fentanyl patch. At least there's a plan.
Love to you all,
Sunny
I gave out yesterday. I'm all out of gas and strength and everything. Husband has been fed up with me. He spends all his time and energy keeping the house afloat -- after working horribly long hours. And I can't even do a real vacation. Travel makes me sick, etc.
I lost it. Told him the truth about how I think of suicide and only don't do it cuz I know what it would do to our sons, both of whom suffer terrible depression.
He started making appointments. Took me to my GP today. I don't know why. It's the same thing over and over. GP says it's "unusual" for Sjogren's to make a patient so ill and that he believes I must be depressed and that there's not much to be done for nerve pain. Uh-huh, heard it all before. This time husband heard it too.
I left with Rx for amtriptalene (sp?) for depression and pain help. Will make me groggy and put on pounds. Yippie.
I'm going for counseling. Again.
Bottom line: Coping. I just have to find some deeper wellspring of courage, strength, toughness, acceptance of pain and fatigue aned the other stuff that goes with it. (confusion, balance issues that keep me from driving frequently, falling, verbal confusion)
So it continues, I'm costing money again and have zero hope of ever bringing anymore in.
And yes, I am feeling gawdawful sorry for myself. And whining. And self-pitying. And it's really not pleasant or mature and I should just buck up and get a hold of myself and accept my lot and be an inspiration to my children and the world in general.
Thank you for letting me howl and whine. I'm not here often cuz i don't feel I have a lot to offer. And because sometimes I get overwhelmed with how much pain and misery and suffering there is and how brave and wonderful so many people are. I do love so many people here. And through the past four years I don't think I would have made it without the support and laughter I've found here. Please forgive me for carrying on like a snotty child. I know I've been wallowing in self-pity way, way too long.
If the amtriptaline doesn't work, then I'm going to try fentanyl patch. At least there's a plan.
Love to you all,
Sunny