I can’t believe I just said that either.
“I wish I were Bipolar. Yes, ME.”
I’ve fretted over when/if/how to approach what to say. Again… another issue to stifle me me and stuff my hands with word stopping globs of goo. (Do you get what I’m getting at? Stay tuned.)
I can’t possibly explain who I am. Not even close. I’ll say one thing and think I’ve given you enough. I’ll pause my monologue and think I’ve given you space to consider me, what I’ve said. I hear my own voice raise over all the silences and questions I’ve left with you. Like…
“What the hell are you going on about woman?!” I got no clue.
Lies. I’m lying. Laying? Damn words.
I honestly do wish I were Bipolar. Just Bipolar. It would make me.. my life.. so much simpler, even more possible. More probable.
I keep nodding off so I’ll keep this much shorter than I’m naturally inclined to do.
Last night (Wed night) I slept for perhaps an hour or two. It was horrible. My brain began alright. It is still flirting with every tomorrow in this newly less medicated state. We, my brain and I ended in the wee hours (Thur morning) stuck in the turnstyle under a boat load of cement. I couldn’t sleep. I almost did sleep.
Lies. I slept.
I slept for as many hours as I have eyes. Maybe.
I’m so tired.
I have chronic pain everywhere. Pain in every joint, every muscle, every imaginary and real messed up bit of me. I see a chronic pain specialist at a “pain clinic”. They specialize in, well, chronic pain that isn’t easily treated by ordinary means. That just means that in my case for example my MD isn’t comfortable prescribing high and long standing doses of Oxycodone day after week, after month, after year.
I take 10 mg of Oxycodone three times daily (assuming I’m not going to be driving) to try to control my lower back and bum pain.
It rarely works well. I keep taking it whenever I safely can. I bank on the thought that I can trick my mind into believing it really does help. Via my med provider and MD and so on my pain cocktail consists of:
10 mg Oxycodone 3 times daily
50 mg Hydroxyzine 4 times daily
800 mg Ibuprofen every 6 hours
Excedrin Migraine two every 6 hours
Ice, ice, ice, ice
Heat, heat, heat
It is now 13 minutes after midnight. That’s 13 minutes into Friday.
So far today sucks. I have heartburn and my pain is nicely controlled at about an 8 (10 being the worst pain I can ever imagine) at the moment.
If I’m not sleeping because of my brain, I’m not sleeping because of my pain. Often the bodily pain causes mental pain… making sleep an even less likely reality. I need to sleep. My jumbled writing is becoming more jumbled. I hate it. I get my Bipolar brain to cooperate and focus. That’s so awesome. I know that’s so awesome.
The chronic debilitating pain makes it only a shadow of a triumph.
No sleep is not sleeping no matter what the cause.
Oh my. I nodded off for a fairy tale minute. It’s passed.
I’m going to move the warm and melted ice pack from my butt to the freezer. I have four I rotate through. The big hospital size ones for things like knee replacements.
I am so exhausted. I think I might be tired enough now that the pain won’t be able to make me cry and whimper… maybe that means I’ll sleep.
I nodded off again.
I self medicated tonight. Two vodka shots of really bad vodka. Trying to kick start the painkiller and bring sleep and I together faster and hopefully for longer than zero.
I wish I were just Bipolar. Chronic pain plus Bipolar Type 1 completely sucks fried reeds.
Well… started to cry again. Gonna say goodnight to the ice right now. I’ve gotta sleep.
I wish I were Bipolar.