Heavy

Apologies… I’ve been extremely busy with doctors and such.

We finally saw Gail for the first time in almost 6 months, the moment she hugged us, we sobbed. It was one of the best relieved feelings I had, I sadly convinced myself she would abandon us, but everyone kept reassuring me she would never do that.
We didn’t get into to much, we mostly talked about how the last few months have been extremely difficult. The breakdowns, the medication struggle, etc.
I think it was just nice we all got to speak with her.

My health has been up and down sadly, somedays I feel great… but others I feel like I’m trying to carry a bolder. I know part of the issue is my depression, however my body physically feels like garbage as well.
I feel terrible… like I’m really a worthless wife. I can’t do dishes or laundry… or even clean when I feel like that. Instead I can only lay in the bedroom and try not to cry from the pain.
My husband asks me to do things, and I honestly try… I really do. However it isn’t always done, I struggle sometimes. Someday’s I think he understands… others I think he understands, but is still frustrated with me.
I feel like a worthless wife… and a terrible house keeper, even Xero is effected by how I’ve been feeling… so he’s been struggling to help as well. When the body is messed up, everyone feels its effects… not just me.

Last night I couldn’t fall asleep due to a sharp pain in my left side… no it wasn’t near my heart, it was either my stomach or another organ around there… no matter how I laid, it stung. Friday and Saturday night it felt like mini stakes where being driven into my lungs…. so even when I got up to help my mother on Saturday, she even knew I was exhausted.
I’ve been so tired, and in so much discomfort that I honestly can’t believe how long I’ve lived feeling like that… guess I’m one hell of a survivor.
I refuse to go to the hospital or anything, it’s to expensive, plus I’ve pretty sure they would think I’m faking it, or laugh at me… one or the other.
I got my letter to go get my next mammogram, I have to wait until I see my primary care doctor to really get that order.
I’ve debated heavily on seeing my PCP… but I don’t know if that would be smart. It’s hard to get in and see her… plus I’m pretty sure her assistant’s would laugh at me anyways.

It’s sad that people like us, with chronic pain, have to hide it from professionals… especially since they always think we’re either faking or trying to abuse drugs. My… what our healthcare system has dissolved into… I’m lucky enough to have a neurologist who can look at me, and know for a fact 10000000%, I can’t be faking what I’m feeling… he said he’s been a neurologist for a long time, so it’s easy to tell those who fake it, and those who genuinely feel like shit.
Plus if I can, I avoid addictive substances… the fact I agreed to Soma was because I didn’t really have any good alternatives for my muscle spasms… I don’t even take it as much as most would. If it’s a spasm I can withstand I will, there’s no point in wasting medication, because when it gets to the point I have the horrible dibilating ones… I want to feel assured I have the pills.

My lower back is on fire today… hopefully I can find some kind of reprieve soon… I’m just tired of feeling heavy, and feeling like I’m breaking apart.

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