A Day

It’s a down day for me. I’m weepy and unable to muster myself enough to make necessary phone calls. I plan to blanket fort and try to recoup for tomorrow.

Lots of not good news going around. I lost a long-time acquaintance in a freak accident. He was a truly good person. Then, well, you know. Plus I have a giant black hole in my bank account. ~sigh~ http://paypal.me/CherylMartin

It is Mental Health Awareness Week, however, and I want you to know that you are valued and loved. http://nami.org

Down

I’ve been spiraling for a while. After the vacation and then illness, I am back to regular therapy sessions. I’m also trying another antidepressant. It’s only been since Friday so, nothing yet.

My follow ups with various doctors have been wait and see, come back in X weeks.

I did go get my dental stuff done: deep cleaning and cavity filled. My jaw is still achy from having it open for so long.

My 50th birthday is Saturday. I’ve been very excited to reach this milestone. Except now, I don’t want a party. Just a quiet moment to mark my passage into the next stage of my life.

My anxiety is spiking. I’m on edge all the time. Getting to sleep is difficult and when I do sleep, I am plagued with anxiety dreams. One that stands out vividly is the one where the person who raped me when I was nine years old, has kidnapped me and taken me someplace in the mountains. Because I have long experience with nightmares and night terrors, I practice lucid dreaming so I was able to escape and find my partner. Then I woke up. Trembling, heart pounding and shaken. I did manage to go back to sleep into a different but still weirdly disturbing dream.

I’m hoping this antidepressant will also help with the anxiety. I’m so limited in what I can take because of the kidney disease.

Anyway. If you want to help me celebrate 50 years of survival, donate to your local no-kill animal shelter or NAMI or me. You could also check out my Amazon wish list

Yesterday was National Suicide Prevention Day. So, I’ll end with ;

Labor Day Weekend: Musings on

I spent Labor Day Weekend working. I was a vendor at a local first time sf/f convention called CoKoCon. We did very well. Made more money than our first two outings combined. However, the hours were long and the dealer’s room was *freezing*. By Monday, I’d accumulated a sweater, a hoodie, a knitted infinity scarf, dragon scale arm warmers and heavy socks. I was still cold by the time we packed out and headed home. And this is Phoenix AZ in the summer! It was over 100F outside and I was shivering and my bones ached from the cold.

The last time we were at this location, the dealers room was in a different ballroom and it was slightly too warm. Hopefully, they’ll get it right next time.

Seeing the numbers and chatting with people makes me think this will work. I hope it’s enough to sustain through the dry periods. My Etsy shop gets lots of views but few sales. I’m hoping to up my marketing game.

I’m looking for the next place to set out my wares. It’s hard breaking in. Trying to network and gain contacts.

I am achy and still haven’t fully recovered from my post Worldcon crud. But working my table did help lift me from my depression pit. I know post con drop will happen but hopefully, it will still mean I’m no longer at the bottom of the dark well.  There’s also a drop that will happen when my wolfcub goes back home.  That one will be more profound.  But if I’m able to get us in another show later this year, that will mitigate those feelings.

Next week, I get dental work.  I also need to reschedule with the ortho.

My 50th birthday is coming.  I’ll have more thoughts about it soon.

 

Sometimes

There are moments when all the doctor’s appointments and all the tests and all the scans are just overwhelming. I want a D&D cleric who could heal me with a prayer. Or a potion.

My veins are rebelling from all the sticks. It takes a skilled phlebotomist to get it right with one poke. Otherwise, they have to chase my rolling veins or poke elsewhere. Right now, I have a very slight bruise from the IV I had to get for a CT scan of my neck. I don’t think I will ever get used to the feel of the contrast through my body.

I have two new specialists to go see. I’m sure they will each want some blood work done. ~sigh~

I’m getting a biopsy of a node on my thyroid next Tuesday. The day before we leave for Worldcon 76 in San Jose. I’m very excited about the convention. Looking forward to seeing old friends and maybe making new friends. Totally not looking forward to the biopsy.

I hope with each exam and blood work and scan that there will be answers. It feels like my life is just an endless stream of medical stuff.

I’m just so tired.

Health and other challenges

I’ve had a slew of follow-up and new consult appointments in the last month.  I mentioned a few in my last post but let me go more in depth.

I finally saw a neurosurgeon about my back.  It was to find out if my issues required surgery.  They do not at this time.  He also made many, many passive comments about my weight.  Super irritating.  Saw a rheumatologist about my arthritis or whatever the heck is going on.  I have some vague immune disease (listed on my health summary as: nonspecific immunological findings).  There’s a test called Thyroid Peroxidase Antibody study which showed that yep, my immune system was indeed attacking my thyroid.  Good job, immune system!   I was given a NSAID that was very mild in consideration of my CKD.  It was working with helping keep the pain to a dull roar.  At my follow-up with the nephrologist, however, he firmly told me NO NSAIDs.  None. Nada.   I’m borderline Stage 2/3 and he apparently wants me to stay more on the 2 side.  Anyhow, I let the rheumatologist know and now we are trying another drug that doesn’t reach peak effectiveness for like six months.  Oh, otherwise, my kidney disease is stable and I follow-up in November.   I follow-up with the rheumatologist in September.

So, the neurosurgeon and the rheumatologist suggested physical therapy and maybe pain management.  I’m leery of the pain management given all the stupidity around the opioid crisis.  So I got a referral for PT.  Which I started on Wed.  It’ll be three times a week for six weeks.   I’ve had two sessions.  The team is great and encouraging.   I have a variety of exercises to strengthen my back and core muscles.  Plus some stretches to loosen the super tight muscles I have in my lower back and glutes.

I’m following up with my primary care doc on Monday.  I’ll ask her to refer me for carpal tunnel since that’s started flaring up again.  Super painfully.  Both hands.  Yay me.

The other specialist I went to see was an ENT about my weird voice issues.  My left vocal cord is paralyzed.  But with speech therapy, I should be able to have a normal sounding voice one day.  Meanwhile, he wants to do a CT scan to make sure there aren’t any other processes going on.  And he’s wondering about a connection with my immune issues.  Follow-up with him in a few months.

Good times. I tell ya.

Mental healthwise.  It’s been dark, black, darkness.  I’m super down about my finances, about my relationship (the live-in one, the other one I’m only sad because we can’t visit as often as I’d like).   Working on it.  I still have weekly therapy sessions.  I’m trying to come to a clear understanding of what would make me happy.  Then we can figure out the steps to get there.  I’m entirely dependent on my partner for shelter, food, transportation and clothing.  So, I need to figure out how to remove that dependence and then look at the relationship.

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I’m really struggling with my depression.  I am in therapy every week so I have that on my side.  The unpacking is going very slowly.  The Etsy store is okay.  I need to put more into marketing and into getting quality components to make saleable goods.  I’m hoping to get an influx soon.  It’s really disheartening to see all the page hits but no sales.  I know the items up there appeal to folks because I’ve gotten feedback.  I don’t think the prices are unreasonable either.  The last show we did was a bust.  Didn’t quite make back our expenses.  But many valuable lessons were learned and there’s another convention coming up over Labor Day weekend.  Hoping that one will be a success.

I have several follow-up appointments coming up.   My pain levels have been awful.  I am on a new med prescribed my the rheumatologist for pain.  It helps but with the moving and now the unpacking,  some days I can barely get out of bed without crying.

I’m very weepy and spending a lot of time navel-gazing.  I have an app to chronicle my mood each day.  Most of mine have been “meh”.  Just feel stuck, I think.  My therapist wants me to sit down and write down a list of my need and wants.  Then I guess in our next session, we’ll figure out a strategy for getting my needs met.

My relationships are unsatisfying. I think it’s because I need more in person time with the partner who lives in Tucson and more quality time with the partner I live with.

Not having things unpacked and semi-orderly is causing me great anxiety.  I like having stuff put in some kind of order.  I love shelves and boxes and cabinets.  I want everything in its place. I’m working on it as I have the energy and when I can manage my pain.

I’m trying to remember to use my coping tools: music therapy, journaling, making pretties.  I’ve not yet successfully reincorporated exercise/movement yet.  I am a work in progress.

Worried about my kitties.  They seem okay but I’d feel better if I could get them a wellness check.

I need to write down all the things I want to bring up with my doctor (who I see at the end of the month).  Stuff keeps coming up.  I also have two more specialists to see in the near future as well as follow ups with ones I’ve already seen.

Feels like too much sometimes.  Plus all the things my partner expects me to track and take care of.  I mean, I know I have broad shoulders but dang.

Looking forward to vacation next month.

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