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I'm experiencing anxiety far worse than I have ever before in my life so I have maybe 5-6 hours of sleep in 20-25 minute increments since Tuesday when I learned my surgery scheduled for late February had to be moved up to the 13th, than the 11th and then, at the end of the day, the 6th!~ .... and I am going absolutely fucking NUTS, crawling out of my skin, BEGGING my Dr's for something to calm me down (*I've become a football and will find out from "mental health" at the VA IF I am going to be given something today, which is absolutely REQUIURED, especially since I ran out of years old Valium I had stashed for years for events like this on Wednesday morning.*) To say I am SICK of being a fucking football is perhaps the greatest understatement of my life!~
I can't think straight unless I am staying busy but right now I am so exhausted even that's not helping much as my mind is BEGGING for some sleep. PRAYING I am prescribed something today (beyond the myriad of pills they already have me on that don't do SHIT!) so MAYBE I CAN get some f****** sleep already as I've wound up incapable of moving after my past 6 invasive surgeries, in pain that defies description and this lasts 3 days at the minimum but the last time was 11 or 12 days with me lying in a hospital bed, incapable of tending to the most basic level of self care while lying in AGONY, unable to move below my waist for a couple days to almost 2 weeks, totally reliant upon others for my every need. When I told this to the Neurosurgeon it seemed to go in one ear and out the other, I've BEGGED (LITERALLY) their office to call my non-VA PCP who has cared for me in the hospital for the past 20 years as this is a surgery happening outside of the VA through their "CARE IN THE COMMUNITY" program because they do not have a Neurosurgeon at the VA I go to. SO far, NO ONE has called his office about this meaning they're going to completely unprepared IF my body goes berserk again and after the last time where I had to lie on a fucking gurney in the same day surgery center for 16 fucking MISERABLE hours with nothing but ice packs (NO PAIN MEDICATION) before they finally admitted me and began treating me properly. This has occurred the past 6 invasive surgeries I have had since 2012. Though I am PRAYING MY ASS OFF, I can only imagine this time will be no different and I literally feel like crawling out of my skin!
My apologies for an answer combined with my state of mind. I haven't slept more than 2 hours but I'm going to work to continue completely stripping a truck down to the frame as staying busy is the ONLY thing that has been keeping me half sane since Tuesday. The VA has just (AS I WAS WRITING THIS) called me and prescribed some kind of anti depressant though again I explained that valium works great and again I became a football and punted down the road until 1PM today when the nurses are going to call to see how I am doing on this "other" medication as I told them I can't handle going through the entire weekend like this. I guess I'll see if this other med works and if it doesn't (supposed to know it is working within 20-30 minutes) THEN, MAYBE, they will prescribe what fucking works! EVER feel like a total pariah before? I know EXACTLY what that feels like all fucking week!
It's a good thing that I like my life, overall. There is certainly a lot about my life to despise though, but thankfully I've never even thought of harming myself as I feel I still have way too much to live for, personally.
Thanks for listening.
CptKirk
I can't think straight unless I am staying busy but right now I am so exhausted even that's not helping much as my mind is BEGGING for some sleep. PRAYING I am prescribed something today (beyond the myriad of pills they already have me on that don't do SHIT!) so MAYBE I CAN get some f****** sleep already as I've wound up incapable of moving after my past 6 invasive surgeries, in pain that defies description and this lasts 3 days at the minimum but the last time was 11 or 12 days with me lying in a hospital bed, incapable of tending to the most basic level of self care while lying in AGONY, unable to move below my waist for a couple days to almost 2 weeks, totally reliant upon others for my every need. When I told this to the Neurosurgeon it seemed to go in one ear and out the other, I've BEGGED (LITERALLY) their office to call my non-VA PCP who has cared for me in the hospital for the past 20 years as this is a surgery happening outside of the VA through their "CARE IN THE COMMUNITY" program because they do not have a Neurosurgeon at the VA I go to. SO far, NO ONE has called his office about this meaning they're going to completely unprepared IF my body goes berserk again and after the last time where I had to lie on a fucking gurney in the same day surgery center for 16 fucking MISERABLE hours with nothing but ice packs (NO PAIN MEDICATION) before they finally admitted me and began treating me properly. This has occurred the past 6 invasive surgeries I have had since 2012. Though I am PRAYING MY ASS OFF, I can only imagine this time will be no different and I literally feel like crawling out of my skin!
My apologies for an answer combined with my state of mind. I haven't slept more than 2 hours but I'm going to work to continue completely stripping a truck down to the frame as staying busy is the ONLY thing that has been keeping me half sane since Tuesday. The VA has just (AS I WAS WRITING THIS) called me and prescribed some kind of anti depressant though again I explained that valium works great and again I became a football and punted down the road until 1PM today when the nurses are going to call to see how I am doing on this "other" medication as I told them I can't handle going through the entire weekend like this. I guess I'll see if this other med works and if it doesn't (supposed to know it is working within 20-30 minutes) THEN, MAYBE, they will prescribe what fucking works! EVER feel like a total pariah before? I know EXACTLY what that feels like all fucking week!
It's a good thing that I like my life, overall. There is certainly a lot about my life to despise though, but thankfully I've never even thought of harming myself as I feel I still have way too much to live for, personally.
Thanks for listening.
CptKirk