The pain from the withdrawal is horrible. Hope drug # two isn’t as bad. I start the 2nd drug (anti-psychotic) in 1.5 weeks.
This morning I get fitted for my new diabetes shoes. Don’t ask me what the purpose is, but I can finally get a wide enough shoe. The problem is that there aren’t a lot of places my insurance will cover and I have to drive around 45 minutes.
The wind is ripping through the trees surrounding the house. I worry about a tree falling. Had one fall in another house. You can hear it. I didn’t know where it was going to land so I just covered my head and waited for the noise to subside. It was the neighbor’s tree and was headed for our house and our propane tank (could have gone kaboom). The electric wires bounced it off to the owner’s house and they had the damage and I and my house survived.
I’m supposed to be journaling for my therapist that I see weekly now. Haven’t been in the mood. Sort of let the blogs go too. I am trying to get myself together, but the withdrawal of the drugs is a mood breaker. Sometimes I would like to just cut my head off. Though it isn’t the only part of my body suffering more pain than I normally suffer.
Had my 4th sleep study. Still waiting for a mask that fits. They put one on and say perfect, but when I lie down it shifts and sucks.
Teresa (Tessa) Dean Smeigh
-Advocate for Mental and Invisible Illnesses
-Author of Articles, Stories and Poems