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CRPS flare and no sleep

Last night I went to bed a little late and soon after I laid down, it felt like someone was stabbing me in my ankle joint. The pain wouldn’t subside, at all. I took a pain med and it caused me to be up all night. I didn’t go to sleep till around 7am and only slept for a few hours. I had to be up because of therapy. I nearly fell asleep a few times. Needless to say I didn’t go to class today. I was able to do my hair though. I am all shaved off.

Therapy went ok. We talked about psychache and how it affects my suicidality. She asked if I contacted a crisis line and I said no. I didn’t feel like talking to anyone. I just sent her a blog post I wrote about psychache theory. I hope it helps her. She wanted to see me again this week because we talked so much about heavy stuff. I told her how I could just end my life and not really have a reason. But I don’t want to do anything now as classes are important to me.

I am listening to the first night ball game. The Sox are in Houston playing the Astros. New pitcher is pitching for Sox.

I haven’t really ate much today. I wasn’t really hungry. My sister made raviolis and meatballs. I had one meatball and like 5 raviolis. I was full. I had a little piece of cheesecake and that sent my stomach to overfull. My stomach has been bothering me. I haven’t had a BM in a few days so that maybe why. I have been trying different things as taking the senna and magnesium will give me the runs for some reason. I don’t want to take the senna when I know I will be out. I hate using public bathrooms to poop.

I never made it out today and the weather was nice. Tomorrow there is some calls for storms, which is probably why the CRPS flared up last night. I feel so sleepy. I don’t know if I am going to listen to all 9 innings. Sox are down by 1.

Celebrating my bro in law

I had a rough night trying to sleep as I slept with the puppy. Her parents weren’t home and I didn’t want her to be alone. She kept getting up and checking the door for them. Then would come on the bed and plop herself on my leg, using it as a pillow. It was so cute. Sometime during the night, she finally cuddled with me and we both slept. I had taken a trazodone, which was kind of stupid as I knew I wasn’t going to sleep. I just feel so tired today.

This afternoon we went to the best pizza in East Boston, my hometown, to celebrate my bro in law’s birthday. His birthday is tomorrow but we went out today for it with his friends. It was nice. I ate steak tips, chicken tips, and pizza. My sister ordered hot peppers on it and MAN was it hot. I swear I was breathing fire. I had two drinks which meant having to use the restroom, which always makes me nervous. I thought I could hold it till we got home but they were talking and talking and didn’t seem to want to leave after paying the bill so I went to the men’s room. It was a very small bathroom. I did my business and washed my hands. One of my bro in law’s friends was recovering from a cold and sat next to me. She was coughing. I hope I don’t get sick. I washed my hands again when I came home. I have been doing that since Covid. Whenever I go out and come home, wash my hands.

I thought about messaging my therapist again but I really don’t know what I want to say. Hopefully tomorrow I can ask her if she knows what psychache is. I feel like every therapist should know the term but some if not most do not. But I think we are or might continue where we left off last session about how I handle my feelings.

I got an email from my psych advisor yesterday about advising holds. I sent her an email as her office hours didn’t work for me as I wasn’t on campus during those times. I have a zoom appt with her tomorrow after therapy. I have known her for years and was so happy she is still at the university. She was my psych statistics professor and back when I was on campus more, she was the advisor for the psych club. I think they changed the name to neuroscience but I am not sure. Anyway, she is going to help me choose a 400 level course that I need to take for my final psych requirement. I have like 29 credits to take to finish this damn degree. I have to strategically pick classes that I can pass and not feel stressed with. So close yet so far away…

Saturday Blog 28032026

I slept nearly 12 hours last night. I woke up around 930am to pee. I took my meds and then went to sleep for a couple of more hours. I wasn’t ready to face the day. I haven’t done much in the last two days but lay in bed. I did read a chapter last night that was sort of a review of what I know about the cell cycle. I just hope we don’t have to memorize the shapes of the different phases like I did when I took Anatomy and Physiology. I haven’t read anything today because the Sox game took up most of my time this afternoon. It went into extra innings just to lose the game after tying it up. The starting pitcher, who struggled all through Spring training, sucked big time. He used to be a good pitcher. No more.

My niece and her ex left the puppy. I plan on sleeping with her tonight as I don’t think they will come home. She slept on my leg while I was listening to the game. I am just waiting for my phone to charge before going downstairs. My feet are ice cold and I had to put thermal socks on. Temps are in the 30s again. They will go up on Mon. I plan on shaving my head then, hopefully before therapy. The rest of the week calls for rain and one day snow. It might change though as it is just 50% or lower chance of it happening. Wed it is supposed to rain. I have class that night.

Mon I need to pick up my meds and get my T pass for the new month. I also need to pick up some Powerade as I am totally out and I can’t order more until Fri. I had the weight loss drug dose yesterday and my stomach is hurting today. I think it was the coffee or could be the chicken sandwich I had. I feel nauseous. I am running low on my Zofran. It is the med I need to pick up on Mon.

Last night I was feeling so much psychache. I thought about writing to my therapist but she won’t see it until Mon morning. I don’t know if she know what psychache is. The pain is becoming unbearable and now it is taking on some physical pain in my chest. Like the pain that I have been having the past couple of weeks. I don’t know how much is physical and how much is psychological. It just feels like a weight on my chest. Comes on at night. Sometimes I just think about death. Everything feels like a struggle, continuing my degree, being in therapy, taking meds, etc. This class is taking an awful lot of mental energy in addition to physical energy by trying to be there three days a week in a row. Next semester won’t be that difficult as I only will be there twice a week for one class and the other is online. But I often wonder if it is worth my efforts. I know I want my degree but it is so hard with the depression. I would be done if I wasn’t so depressed and can handle more than two classes a semester. I know there is going to be a semester where I will have to take three classes to avoid a summer course. Hopefully, I can take classes that are fun and are electives so the grade doesn’t matter.