Things here have been a bit crazy,involving lots of driving to and from school,exams,a large spider ( in the car on the way to said exams) that when squished spewed forth the most amazing radio active neon green liquid.
The most interesting thing however is that I had been taking some “herbal” oil for my pain. I had been on it for about 2 months. It isn’t supposed to have any side effects but me being me,had side effects and my side effects were making my depression worse. I stopped taking it and within 2 days I felt a great weight lifted off me and I felt back to my usual self. It only helped a little with my pain so there isn’t any problem in stopping taking it.
I’m a bit disappointed that the oil didn’t help as for some people it is a miracle aide. Back to the drawing board.
I went to see my gp today. She happily sent off a request for 3 months worth of my pain patches,asked me all sorts of questions,took my blood pressure and wrote me a new referral for my psychologist. Sadly there are no free visits to be had. I rang and asked the fees and there is still a $70 gap for me to pay. Which at the moment,can’t be done so I will keep on knitting and writing here.
I came home feeling wrung out so today has been knitting washcloths and watching inane videos. My mind can’t comprehend much. I feel very flat,I so hoped that she could offer a solution.
Today is another day.
Yesterday was dreadful. I spent the day chewing on painkillers, mindlessly knitting cotton washcloths and watching DVDs.
Today was an interesting day with one of my girls on tv twice and also an interview on the net. All pretty exciting stuff. She has had a huge day and has gone to bed. I’m so proud of her for doing something she believes in and making a stand.
I spent part of today looking through patterns as I want to knit something with cables in it. I found two lovely patterns so I printed up them up and ordered some wool.
Emotionally I’m still pretty flat and my pain is a tiny bit better. I see my gp tomorrow so maybe I can get some help. Another hot day and I put the air con on. Neither No 3 or I like the heat so it was a welcome respite.
I’m struggling badly today. I had a rotten night,not going to bed until 2am. I had asked No 3 to wake me before she left today and she did,with a lovely cuppa I couldn’t get out of bed so I slept til about noon.
So my plans for sewing have gone to pot again,I’m in a lot of pain today and I just want to crawl into a hole and die. I’m so sick of being tired all the bloody time,sick of being in pain,sick of being depressed.
I don’t want to be here anymore.
Today has been a warm,sultry day full of the promise of rain,which lasted about 20 mins,but it did smell divine.
The heat is knocking me about already. I don’t do heat well at all. Must be my British blood.
I tried setting my alarm and getting up early,didn’t happen. It’s not easy when you go to bed well after midnight. I had plans for today but only two of them came to pass. I had a shower and went into town to get my scripts. I took No 3 with me as she needed a break from studying. We had a lovely cold drink and a chat.
I started knitting another chemo hat but the cotton I bought is rather rough and well,awful. I decided to use it for washcloths instead. I need some 10ply soft cotton or cotton/bamboo blend that doesn’t cost the earth. I’m working on a baby blanket for the local women’s refuge but it’s too damned hot to knit it at the moment. I’m about 3/4 done so it’s gets very hot sitting on your lap especially as its 10ply.
I want to start work on a quilt but it can be a bit of a drama getting to use the kitchen table. I’ll see if I can sneak some time in tomorrow.
Emotionally I’m a mess. Exhausted and depressed,not a good combo. I keep thinking about what it will be like when all the girls are at uni and I’m here alone. I will miss them terribly.
My knees were not happy today,probably the air pressure from the oncoming storms. All my joints are throbbing.
Today has been a tough day. I didn’t get to bed until 3am and hence felt very out of sorts today. The elephant is back sitting on my chest,making breathing tough.
I feel very down and out of place. My head is thumping.
I feel old. I have hit that age where people no longer see you when you go out. I’m invisible.
I look at my girls and remember back I was thin and pretty with boundless energy. I wonder,is that how my mother felt? Was that the reason for me being evicted out of the house when I was only 18 while my brother was allowed to stay until he was 27?
Was I a threat? Did I remind her of days gone past? I wouldn’t be surprised.
So now I’m fat and old and grey. I have very little enthusiasm for anything. I fake it a lot of the time,smiling and joking to the girls so they don’t see the depths of my despair. I would like to crawl into whole and never get out.
I’m missing No 2 terribly. She is having a ball at camp and I’ve only got a few text messages from her. We have been together constantly over the last year and I miss her.
I hope sleep is not so elusive tonight. I hate insomnia.
It’s been a busy few days since I last wrote.
I took the girls shopping on Saturday while their dad went and gave blood. We bought a few things and had a lovely morning tea. I went to the wool shop and bought some 10ply cotton to make some more chemo hats. We went to Spotlight and I got some fabric to make No 3 her quilt. White and 3 shades of blue.
Monday No 2’s boy friend came for the day and we went to the lake for a picnic. It was lovely. However I had a massive anxiety attack in the afternoon. NO 2 was going on a camp on Monday and I had to get her to Blacktown station by 10am. I also had to drop No 3 at school for a HSC revision class. I was very worried that I wouldn’t get her there in time. I left with plenty of time and. Of course we ended up on the wrong side of the train station. We did finally find the correct side and thankfully the bus was running a little late. She went off happily and I had a little cry as I walked away. I went to the local shops for a cuppa and some shopping. I then had to go back and pick up No 3 from school.
It was a HUGE day for me with over 4 hours of driving and about 2 hours of walking. Needless to say I’m very sore and just exhausted today.
I did enjoy being busy and keeping my mind occupied. I did not enjoy the anxiety attack at all. I slept until about midday and woke up feeling very stiff. NO 3 has been busy studying. I have been watching some DVDs and knitting a baby blanket for the local women’s shelter. These 2 things keep my mind and my hands busy.