These insane and stupid mood swings were supposed to disappear when surgical menopause was over.....For Pete's sake it has been a year.....This can end any day now!
I hate this new me, full of pain and a completely different person than I was before this started. I feel like I am on a rollercoaster blindfolded. I can never tell what day will be a bad day, unless I over do it and cause one. I go from accepting this life of limitations to bawlling like a broken woman. I lose my temper over the most ridiculous things, and end up feeling more of a burden and horrible mother/wife because of it.
I cry at Hallmark card commercials, sob like a baby over too-dark haircolor, and spend hours alone in my house everyday wishing I could be useful. Then I get up and realize why I am useless. Every movement hurts. Each day I have to prioritize what to do based on how my body feels, and decide all the time how desperate I am for relief based on what medication I have. Do I take the one that really works but causes me to sleep the day and night away? Or the one that works well up til the vomiting starts? Should I use my breakthrough meds or not? Then the fears come of the day when my doctors won't prescribe anything anymore. If that day comes I don't know what we will do.
Sorry for venting. I just feel like a bum sitting home all day crocheting or reading. This cold weather is crippling me, and I know I have only a fraction of what others have. My issues seem so petty compared to others. Oh yay! Another thing to feel bad about