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Thursday, October 13, 2011
Is Control Controling You?
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Rant
Okay, ok I admit it! I have been in self pity mode a lot lately, and today, today is another one of those days. Actually, it is not so much self pity as much as it is an overwhelming hatred of my current life. (Notice I say current) I know I have things to be thankful for and blessing that other people don't have, but right now I am pissed of and in need of a good rant. This seems to be a more appropriate place than say...work, so bare with me while I let fly a bit. Here is the short list of crap I am sick of:
First I am pretty sure if I was a horse, someone would take me out back and shot me rather than pay my vet bills. Vicodin warranting pain for over a week now with little relief. Getting worse when ever I eat or move around too much. No that in and of itself is freakin annoying, as are the plethora of medical test I have had to have to try to diagnose the cause of pain, but to add injury to insult (or insult to injury, I always forget which way that goes) the last time I had this pain they took an organ and I am still in pain! That wasn't the first time they cut me open for this either. That was surgery #2 and guess what, I STILL don't know what's wrong with me! Now for an added twist they think something might be wrong with my kidneys (hopefully not) as well as whatever digestive issues they think I have. I am so tired of being tested, poked, prodded and having NO answers at the end.
Then there are the girls. Both sweet, kind hearted little girls who have NO idea how to live together or share my attention. One because she has spent the last 6 years as a fairly spoiled only child (that would be my daughter) and the other because she has never had someone pay so much attention to her and is still constantly (and I mean CONSTANTLY) vying for your attention, even if she already has your attention. They are constantly bickering over toys, talking over each other, whining that one is getting something the other is not, and arguing over who sits in my lap. Never mind the fact that NEITHER of them can actually sit on my lap because I am in so much friggin pain.
Chuck and I are constantly having heated conversations about everything. We are both continuously on empty both physically and emotionally. He is permanently on the defensive and I swing between wanting to disappear and wanting to scream until somebody listens to me. Mix that with his ADD and my being drugged for pain constantly. Its not good. Tonight my daughter said "Oh no you don't love Chuck anymore. You argue all the time now. So you are not going to get married and he is going to leave, and Sally won't get to live with us any more. Oh no, oh no." (Sigh) while I am trying to explain that's not true Chuck is saying "I'm not arguing with anyone." Ahhhhhhhhhhhh
Then there is money. We have WAY too little of it, and have not been good...ahhhh never mind I lost my Rant now.
Sunday, October 9, 2011
My Little Sun Shine
I do have to say there is a bright side to my weekend, even though I have spent much of it in pain and feeling like puking. After all the worrying about adding Chuck's daughter, Sally, to our family, and the frustration of such a big change, it seems to be coming together now. Her behavior has changed dramatically since she first came. There are less fits. At her re-evaluation last week they told Chuck she is a whole different child, and agreed to begin weaning her of the anti-psychotic medication she's been on. We are finally getting some help from behavioral health professionals here in the house, and she has gotten in to a pre-K program to help her get ready for school. But the best feeling of all is that she seems to be really bonding with us as a family, and really happy to be here. My daughter is visiting her father this weekend and while we all miss her (Sally included) it has given me some time to really focus on Sally and talk to her. We have gone to lunch with Chuck, colored, watched movies, gone to visit friends and all the while we talk. (She is QUITE a talker tee hee) I use this time to ask her about her mother and how she feels being away from her. We chat about her visiting her mother's family soon and how she feels about seeing them then coming back here. About how many times she has moved in her four years, and how she didn't like that. I tell her over and over how we are a family and this is her home. How we will make sure sh has her own bed and room. How we will keep her safe and how we will be her family until she is big enough to have her own family. We talk about about not getting our own way, and working as a family, and how disappointments can be hard. She seems to understand me. I try hard to understand her. The way we relate to each other makes me feel good. The way I am able to calm her down when she throws a fit, and the way she holds on to me tighter when she is scared, makes me feel like I am good at taking care of her, like I am making a difference for her. She is (next to my little girl of course) the sweetest damn thing I have ever met, and I want her to have the love, self confidence, family, and life she deserves. More, and more I feel like I, like we, can give her that.
What Is Wrong With Me?
A few years ago I started having this pain in my abdomen. At that time they put me through a a bunch of tests. I had blood tests, multiple ultrasounds, an MRI, upper GI scope, colonoscopy and after each one the doctors would say "we found xyz, but we don't think that is what is causing your pain." Finally, my OBGYN said he thought I had a cyst on my right ovary. He did laproscopic surgery, but once he was in there, couldn't find it. He said it may have burst and sent me home. Off and on the pain returned I would try to ignore it or get some pain meds to help until it lessened. Then a few months ago, wham, it was back and it was worse. Chuck convinced me to try going to the ER. There they found some questionable things, but no diagnosis. They told me to follow up with my primary care doctor. I went to my primary care doctor fully expecting to be poked and prodded again only to end up with no answers. Instead, she sends my to the ER to be admitted to the hospital and have my pancreas and gall bladder tested. Three days later I am having my gall bladder removed. I was actually pretty damn happy about it. FINALLY an answer. FINALLY a resolution. Ahhhh but there was a but, BUT because you don't have gall stones we can only say there is a 70% chance it is your gall bladder. Well, 70% sounds pretty damn good. For weeks post surgery I analyzed every little pain I had. Finally, feeling it was ok I let my guard down. Gall bladder gone, some mild digestive issues left, but over all, relief...Until about a week ago. The pain is back. I spent a full day a the ER getting nowhere, again. Called my PCP and have been hopped up on prescription pain meds for several days. I had another ultrasound yesterday and go in for the results tomorrow. But the frustration, and disappointment at having to start this process all over is unbelievable. Not to mention the effects of narcotic pain medication on someone who already deals with depression. I feel broken and like a burden on my already strained family. And I begin to wonder, is this all in my head? Am I so stressed and sick I have pain for no reason? And what do I do with that? I really hope I find some answers soon.
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Just Us
<p>As much as I want to be educated about my mental health, Chuck's mental health, the girl's mental health, and how all of it effects our family, some days I just want to forget any of us have an issues. Not that I want to ignore problems, more that I want to just be us, in whatever form that takes. We are constantly talking about it in our house. There are regular counseling, psych doc appointments, article reading...It wears on me. Right now I am having issues with my physical health also, which makes me even more worn down. I feel frustrated, and like it would be nice to just be a "normal" family. Just for a night, or a day. To not have to talk about meds, behavior, moods, and just be us. I think it would be nice for us all. No reading, no analyzing, no talking about what's "wrong" with us. Just spending time together, enjoying each other, and having fun.
Monday, October 3, 2011
My Favorite Jem
I have a really great group of friends. They support me through the depressed times, they offer me a hand when I fall down, a glass of wine when I need it, a shoulder to cry on, some perspective, even helped me get all the basics covered when we got the surprise call from child services. Each of them brings a certain strength to our friendship, ALL of them have a FABULOUS sense of humor, and I am constantly amazed by how strong and supportive they are.
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Sunday, October 2, 2011
Purple Elephants
So Chuck has accused me of liking funky things just to get back at my family, who is very into having a good appearance to the outside world. Truth is, I spent a lot of years trying to live up to their standards. It never worked out for me. Partly, because no one could be as perfect as what they wanted, partly because it just wasn't me. So yeah, I have tattoos, piercings, and now purple hair, but not to annoy them or to needle them in anyway. More because it is a way of connecting with myself. A way of expression, and a way of reminding myself that I don't have t be perfect. I don't have to look like everyone else. I don't even have to look the way other people think I should look. It is ok for me to be whoever I want.
Sadly, I left the hair salon feeling good. Liking the new brightened, up funky me. As I put on make-up and got ready for dinner with my family I was already plotting what "excuses" I was going to give my parents about the color of my hair. AT dinner I found myself explaining how I did not really mean for it to be so bright, how I let my stylist choose the color. All of this was true, but the truth is I kind of like the color. Makes me feel bright and funky, more like an artist and less like soccer mom. Sometimes just being around them, always feeling like someone is judging me, always feeling like I have to answer to them, even though I am in my 30s brings me down in and of itself. Sometimes though I feel sad for them though. They have two amazing daughters who they will never see for who they REALLY are. Never see how talented, smart, fun, creative, and brave we are. Brave enough too be what we believe in instead of what we are told to be. Choosing instead to believe us to be only a good or bad reflection of themselves. So they hate my tattooed body, and my purple hair because other people may not like it or may think I am strange. They cannot even see the person under the purple hair. The person THEY created. I will keep my purple hair (at least until I need a new pick me up) and there will probably be more tattoos because I need to stay in touch with the part of me who loves things that are different just so I can continue to believe in myself, my creativity, and my belief that you can be whoever you want in this world.