tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385285973919124831.post4209412596790188674..comments2024-03-12T01:33:14.862-04:00Comments on Laughing from my sickbed...: Do As I Say, Not As I Do! ;)irene speakshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15306297235592610766noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385285973919124831.post-52545441632233059522013-04-10T11:51:59.160-04:002013-04-10T11:51:59.160-04:00Hi Melissa!
Look what I found last night! The infa...Hi Melissa!<br />Look what I found last night! The infamous serotonin question! Remember neither of us could recall the question? it was at the time I had my GB surgery. What a relief to have found it!<br />Now i can see the part of your comment which caught my eye. I have an idea of an answer. Give me a few days more since I'm crashing so badly now - from hauling myself out of bed to DMV! Besides, what's another few days after 6months? ;) Xxirene speakshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15306297235592610766noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385285973919124831.post-27912510867194876652012-10-11T11:24:43.659-04:002012-10-11T11:24:43.659-04:00The past 3 years have been very difficult for me w...The past 3 years have been very difficult for me with regards to the Fibro. I feel like I've aged decades rather than 3 years. It has to be the increase in humidity (there's some scientific study showing the increase), no real spring, very hot and humid summers. I used to love this time of year but, now it leaves me wiped out and with pain that goes to the bone(s). I've spent more time than usual in bed.<br /><br />It's upsetting that I can no longer enjoy the fall like I used to. Between the cold that hurts like a b*tch and the high mold levels thanks to wet fallen leaves, my Fibro runs amok. The previous years were more depressing in terms of holidays - coming to terms with not having the energy to decorate and bake. I've accepted it this year. That's not to say that I'm a happy camper. I alternate between DEEP depression and INTENSE anger. While I realize it wouldn't cure the Fibro, I'm sure I'd feel [emotionally] better if I could punch my 2 jackass surgeons.<br /><br />My Yorkie needs a bath. In fact, I got out of bed a few minutes ago to give him a bath/shower. You'd think it would be easier to bathe a Yorkie than a Labrador but, you'd be VERY wrong. It's exhausting and I end up with welts where he decides to play parrot (climbing up my arms to get away from the water). I won't bring him somewhere to be bathed because 1) I can't afford the cost and 2) he'd freak out BADLY. So, I sit here and ponder when today I might have enough energy and pain management to bathe him.<br /><br />I typically feel better very late in the day; by then, I've had all 3 doses of my meds. <br /><br />As for anger part LX (I figure I'd had at least that much today alone) - if my ex-boyfriend marries a good person, I'm going to go batshit crazy. 10 years - TEN YEARS spent with him and I'm apparently too much of a financial burden because I can't work full time. My big bill each month is my personal health insurance ($714/mo). Of course, if we married, I'd be under his federal government insurance and that MASSIVE bill would be gone. The thought of him inspires anger, sadness, a wee bit of self-hatred for wasting SO much time with what I'll euphemistically call a feminine hygiene cleansing product. This all simmers under the surface and then comes up as TMJ flares and deeper depression every so often. While it's lovely that my family and friends would like to beat him senseless (they wouldn't actually do it), it would be far lovelier if he would realize that eventually dying alone isn't a good thing. He told me, and I quote, that "maybe he just wants things to be TOO perfect."<br /><br />Anyway, I feel your pain - literally and figuratively. I wish I could take an anti-depressant to numb me a bit but, you can't do that while taking Ultram - lest you get serotonin syndrome. I see someone every few weeks to vent - apparently it's not good to bottle it up. My life goals have changed from having a successful career, a husband, and a couple of kids to winning the lotto, getting and keeping INCREDIBLE medical insurance and traveling with my 2 dogs. I'd have to get a rockstar bus because there's no way I could fly with my chronic dizziness and migraines. <br /><br />I hope tomorrow sucks a lot less - for you, for me, and for your other readers. : )labyorkiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05129616548243589131noreply@blogger.com