
Hello
Nooby and WELCOME to our PAIN PEEP home! Find a comfy place to sit or lie down, maybe a binky or heating pad? We do whatever it takes to make each other comfortable. We type. We laugh. We rant. We cry. Most importantly, we share. We're sorry you have pain, but happy you found us.
Not to sound crude (but I am=) I don't see pain as a "dick-sizing" or "pissing contest". None of us do. Pain is PAIN, no better or worse...It all sucks! I know what you mean about other forums, as I've gotten kicked off at least a couple for speaking my truth. I was told I was too graphic and scared the hell out of people. Well, sorry Charlie...This fucking disease is GRAPHIC and can kill many aspects of your life.
My mercy, you have been through the wringer! I can so empathize, as I cringe and draw my knees to my chest. Gut pain is horrific. Bless your heart...8 surgeries!?! YOU, my friend, are an inspiration! Kudos for tapering with the Fentanyl. I know it can be an amazing med for many, but not for me. I, like you, prefer to keep a clear mind rather than feeling dazed and confused.
Your "twinkle" is evident here, sweetie! Attitude is everything, though I confess mine has been BAD lately. Thank you for stopping by...come often...stay long! I'd love to type to ya!
SHOUTS OUT to RTP, Shroomy, SKR, Anna, closeau, SNod, Tinker, KatM...etal
I've had a shit storm of stress, FEAR and sadness of late with my husband's health. He has med-resistant HBP (takes 5 meds daily 25+ years) It went rogue and spiked in July, with profound irregular heartbeat as a bonus. In the process of lab work and med changes, they found 250 blood sugar, fasting. SO...Bam!!! He has Type 2 Diabetes, with no family history. He has started medication and we are trying to educate ourselves for his diet. His BP is coming down to a more normal range (for him).
RTP...Thyroid? His was checked a couple of years ago. He takes Armor (sic) daily. That damn thyroid can be a pesky little bugger. I hope you can get sorted out!
Y'all, I've gotta be real here. I am in a DARK and frightening place emotionally. I know, I try to keep up a façade...a laugh nearby. No, therapy won't help. My psychologist left his practice because I depressed
HIM!
I have sickness and death all around me (that I cannot avoid) My husband and I have always been the CALVARY for everyone we know. It has not been reciprocated, as we face our demons ALONE. I cannot and will not abandon my 90 year old mom. My 5 older siblings have scattered like cockroaches, leaving me alone to deal with ALL of it. I have no emotional support from them, no one to talk to except my hubby. I don't like to burden him, though he's been very supportive. His mom is in a separate nursing home and does not know us any more.
My mom didn't know ME last week. I did her manicure, as always, but polished them in a lovely turquoise shade. I also take her 2 corndogs (her favorite) and a Sonic Route 44 drink. She eats every bite and drinks every sip like a starving dog. She wanted ice cream, too, so I got it for her. As I was tucking her in and saying good-bye, she said "It's hard to sleep when you're hungry". She didn't realize she'd just eaten all of that. She also said "I'd starve to death if you didn't bring me food".
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Mounts the trusty white steed and charges once again into the nurses station and administrator's office, sword drawn! Although I've requested her food to be partially pureed, those fuckers are to lazy to feed her! Yet, there is denial and finger-pointing as always...no accountability.
Sorry I took this post off in the ditch. That's where you'll find me these days...