Sleep: Better - wake up only once due to wearing a TheramaCare wrap around my hips and increasing my Ambien.
Mood: Irritable, Not happy with my life.
Plans: I had envisioned getting up, showered, dressed and out to Target. Here I sit in my PJs and my hair slicked back with a headband. Now my goal is not to eat every sweet or bread concoction in the house.
If I forgot anything, just add it in. I hope everyone is having fun somewhere, too busy to post.
I would take more confidence in you pdoc's opinion than the ER doc. It is hard enough to get a diagnosis for any mental health issue by a trained pdoc. No disrespect towards the ER doc, but you did not need the added stress of a off the cuff diagnosis.
I fit neatly into the "crazy old lady" category. Even my daughter is giving me hell about forgetting about her coming into town and the mess of when we would meet. I try to attribute it to her raging pregnancy hormones.
I am sending hundreds of hugs and hope things settle to a low boil soon.
I had keyed in 80% of my post, when the screen started to jump around. I'm only giving highlights now.
Weather: Sunny and in the 70's.
Mood: Frustrated and tired.
Sleep: Terrible. I'm going to make this as simple as can be. I have not slept well for 2 weeks because of pain in my hips and my sciatica is inflamed. . I have been using Ambien and Seroquel, which had been subscribed by my pdoc. I was not able to sleep more than 20 minutes during the day on Thursday, so it took me 45 minutes to get to sleep. Then In walks my husband, wakes me up so I can get another Ambien for him. I told him no because he had taken the max. I was so pissed off that he woke me up for that. I have told him in the past he needs his doc to change his sleeping pill and get a small amount of Tylenol with codeine for the times he gets a stress headache. I feel like I need a note to his doctor for the meds he needs when Tim goes in for his 3 month evaluation.
Plans: I cancelled a physical therapy appt because I am too tired. I am hoping to get a nice nap in.
Oh, ladies, you make me feel so much better. If you read my Thursday post, you will see I am having trouble sleeping and depression. If I lived closer to someone, I think I could feel better. I guess I need to log in, even if I don't feel like it, because I love my friends here.
Debbie - I need a gallon of Rocky Road. I'll put your address in my GPS and pick some up along the way. I will be there ASAP. Hell, I might even fly up to see you. I need my friends and some laughs.
As for keeping an eye on you, you don't behave even if I have you in check. What's Mama Maggie to do?
Sleep: I have not been sleeping well for the past 2 weeks. I wake up at least twice during the night and I have a hard time getting back to sleep. If I try to take a nap during the day, I go into "twilight" sleep for 10 minutes or so. I don't know if this is due to pain, but not sleeping does not help the pain.
Mood: Depressed. My daughter is angry with me. She mentioned a couple weeks ago that she would be in town for the marathon, but I wasn't watching the news or reading the newspaper, so I didn't realize last Sunday was the LA marathon. Then I got mixed up on when we would be able to visit with her. She caught me walking out the door when I was going to a friend's wedding, and I was doing part of the catering for the party, so I was focused on that. She thought she and my husband could get together at 2:30, I told her I couldn't. I thought she said she would see us after I returned from the wedding, about 4pm. When 2:30 came and went she spoke with my husband about the mix-up,she told him she was worried about me. I know she thinks I take too many psych drugs and pain meds, and it is true these drugs do make me in a fog a lot. She called me last night about a family event and she was snippy with me. I told my husband that she is that emotional because she is pregnant, but the fact remains that I feel guilty and depressed. I am supposed to go for a massage as a part of my physical therapy, but I don't want to shower and get out of the house. I just want to bury my head in the blankets and hide. I seem to do a lot of this anyway, but I have to hide my mood from my husband. He is worried about our son and he doesn't need to add me to the list.. I just want to cry.
Plans: I am going to try to push myself out of the house. This could either make me feel better or make me so freaked out I want to medicate myself to sleep...if I can get some sleep.
Weather: It rained hard last night and rained off and on this morning. The sun is peeking through the clouds. I am relived the major part of the storm is gone, my fibro was killing me yesterday.
Sleep: Woke up a couple times, but thanks to medication, I would go back to sleep.
Mood: Anxious. I want to get out and I don't think I can get it together. My husband graciously agreed to do an errand for me. I am so happy we stuck it out during the difficult years. He can be wonderful to me when I really need it. Lucky, lucky me.
Plans: I am trying to get over the anxiety to get out of the house. I need to test my body so see if the medication I took for my sciatica truly healed it. So far I can't seem to get out of my PJ's.
My body seems to have healed from the nasty fall I took at a wedding last Saturday. My shoes slipped off my feet when we were dancing around the newly weds and "boom" down I went. Thank goodness I didn't bring down my pregnant daughter and there was a very strong man behind me. I've got a big bruise on my right hip. I was so embarrassed, but my daughter assured me that I didn't show my granny-panties when I fell.
Sparkle - I loved the story about Chewy. It was the first laugh of my day. I really miss having a little baby around.
The surprise is that I am the one creating the post.
Weather: In the 80's and wonderful.
Mood: Excited. I just saw my pregnant daughter for the first time since she has become pregnant and we are going to a family wedding tonight.
Plans: Get dressed up and get made up. I usually put a little make-up on when I go out, but I have some new make-up to try. I have a bling dress and new shoes and purse. Out of character for me, but why the hell not.
I hope everyone is OK. It concerns me when I am the one who creates the post, or it could be that I am senile and didn't see one already created.
Thank you, everyone! This is my first grandchild. We live 600 miles away, but I am going to be up there a week before her due date to help, even if she doesn't need me.
The parents-to-be are here for a family wedding, so I got to kiss my baby with a baby today and pat her baby bump. My daughter is only 3 months along, but she is only 5 feet, so she has a definite bump.
Jess, I was the last of 6 and the 4th girl. That only meant I had a lot of hand-me-downs. I was also the 6th grandchild, but all my grandparents were gone. I had an aunt move a house a way when I was 4 and she spoiled me to death, so I had plenty of fun.
Thank you all again, and Goat, I will work on getting that cigar.