It's been a while since I posted ... so here's a little update.
I forgot the meds yesterday ... had a class that started super early in the morning and it was snowing so I headed out extra early and just plain forgot them. Guess it's not part of my regular routine yet. So I found myself really irritable and tired all day, and generally unpleasant all evening. Which really stinks ... as it turns out, class was cancelled due to weather, so I got a 'free' afternoon with my daughter .. and all I wanted to do was sleep. I got totally irritated with her for whining about everything ... she is struggling with adjustments to our family dynamic now too. I wish I could still be the 'good mom' I used to be. But for now, I have to settle for the best I can do .. and frankly, that sucks.
I ended up in the ER on Wednesday .. possibly had an ovarian cyst rupture. They gave me STRONG meds for pain and nausea ... scared my kids, scared my husband, scared my parents, and scared me too. I missed work ... not good ... but they all could tell I was in real pain. My BP was 68/45 and I was pale and sweating .... yuck. Still sore, and struggling with having the rxs from the ER in the house .. would just LOVE to pop a pill and sleep for a while .. but I'm not in THAT much pain, and don't want to use the pain pills for the wrong reason. (Not that I would overdose .. I just want to sleep for more than 3 hours at a time .. and maybe escape into a bit of 'fuzzy time' too .... isn't that awful to admit?) I have a battle with meds .. they scare me ... I don't want to take them for fear of being hooked, and yet, can't quite seem to manage without them ...
I can't sleep ... I hurt all over ... I am increasingly anxious ... I miss my old self and my kids and worry about everything all the time. I'm not taking care of myself ... seems like a lot of work to do the simplest things like take a shower, brush my teeth, wash a dish ...
I was full of optimism about the Prozac helping when I posted on here last week .... and I am still honestly trying to keep my chin up ... but it sure does seem like an uphill battle right now. Probably the time of year, the weather, worries about holidays and money and all that stuff ... but dang .... I'm so tired. I think I use all of my 'good energy' at work .. just to put up a good facade and make it through the day, and by the time I get home I am jsut a shell .. nothing left to share with my kids or husband ... I want to go to bed at 6:00 in the evening ... and am not pleasant at all to be around anymore.
My husband and I were driving to town the other day and I found myself thinking "pull out in front of that truck" when we were at an intersection .... wouldn't have dared to say it outloud ... but was thinking it would be ok if the semi hit my side of the car and I'd get hit. I don't want to do anything to myself ... but it scared me that the thought even zipped through my brain for an instant.
I don't have a psychologist, psychiatrist, or anything like that right now. I have a family Dr who I talked to months ago and he gave me the prozac .. but it took me months to finally start taking it. I have no insurance, and no access to anyone 'professional' to talk to for a while. I know I'll be ok ... I mean, I've dealt with this crap off and on for my whole life and I'm still here ... but I think the bottom line is that the older I get, the more frustrated I am becoming with the fact that this crapty depression keeps rolling back in like a tide.
I need to come up with a plan ... a list of little, reachable goals .... things that everyone else seems to do effortlessly ... like ... take a bath, for example. Or go for a walk with my kids in the snow. Or bake a batch of cookies with them ... SOMETHING fun. I miss my kids. I miss my old life. I miss mySELF. And I have to figure out SOMETHING to do to get that back .....
And I can't talk about it with anyone ... because my family gets all freaked out like I'm gonna fall apart again ... and then they get hyper vigilant and drive me CRAZY. I don't want anyone to worry about me .. but on the other hand, I am worried about me. Not that anything awful will happen, it's just that I am so sad and lonely and tired and sore and I miss the old me .....