Never Underestimate The Pain

2015-12-09 Miss Poison December, Fibromyalgia, Honesty, Life, Musings, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Writing Bruised, Change, Comfort Zones, December, Depression, Fibromyalgia, Moving, Moving Forward, Moving On, Musings, Pain, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Writing

My physical, mental, & emotional agony trump a lot of other things at the moment. I'm, quite possibly, not clear-headed enough to write this properly, so please, bear with me. I'll correct anything that I post that needs to be fixed later on. I sit here terribly sleep-deprived, covered in varying degrees of bruises (some … Continue reading Never Underestimate The Pain

Insomnia & Painsomnia: A Wicked Combination

2015-12-01 Miss Poison Being Real, Chronic Pain, December, Empathy, Fibromyalgia, Honesty, Life, Migraines, Musings, Pain, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Writing Acupuncture, Botox, Chronic Pain, Cures, Daith Piercings, December, Fibromyalgia, Health, Honesty, Insomnia, Men, Migraine Treatment, Migraines, Musings, Pain Thresholds, Painsomnia, Pieces Of Me, Piercings, Poison In Lethal Doses, Sleep, Tattoos, Treatment Methods, Women, Writing

Whenever there's something stressful going on in my life, it often affects my sleep, thus turning me into a shadow of my former self. Insomniac Lisa and Painsomnia Lisa are two very different beasts from the person I am when I'm able to prioritize sleep, and actually get into bed each night at a decent … Continue reading Insomnia & Painsomnia: A Wicked Combination

Struggling

2015-11-262015-11-26 Miss Poison Honesty, Musings, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Writing Doctors, Honesty, Insomnia, Life, Migraines, Musings, Pain Management, Patient X, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Stress, Thanksgiving, Writing

It is the early morning hours of Thanksgiving Day here in the States. After spending hours preparing stuffing yesterday (which I highly suspect might suck today), I ended up with a highly stressful day which resulted in a migraine. That then turned into insomnia, which is the only reason I am awake at such an … Continue reading Struggling

My Apologies

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Hi everyone! I know this isn't a typical visiting experience at the moment, but I assure you I am doing my best. When you're caring for a post-op heart patient, every single day blends into the one before. I likely wouldn't know it was Monday if I hadn't intentionally bypassed Friday and Saturday's normal routine … Continue reading My Apologies

Patient X

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Patient X is being released into my care this evening after major surgery at the beginning of the month. Discharge was repeatedly delayed by post-op illness and absolute idiocy on the part of doctors arguing over proper procedure. It took them nearly a week to discover that he had not one, but two separate infections. … Continue reading Patient X

Situation Or Depression? There’s A Difference

2015-11-122015-11-12 Miss Poison Battles, Depression, Honesty, Life, Mental Health, Musings, November, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Stress, Things That Enrage Me, Unnecessary Drama, Writing Depression, Heart Surgery, Honesty, Life, Mental Health, Musings, My Brother, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Stress, Writing

I had a major meltdown Monday. I can't recall the last time I felt that alone, that isolated from my friends & family, or that upset. I'm certain it's happened before, but Monday was simply too much, too soon, and way too intensely upsetting. I vividly remember scrolling through my contacts list at one point, … Continue reading Situation Or Depression? There’s A Difference

Silence, Leaf Blowers, & Sunday Dinner

2015-11-082015-11-09 Miss Poison Migraines, Musings, Noise, November, Petty Garbage, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Things That Enrage Me, Thoughts, Toxic People, Writing Cooking, Migraines, Musings, November, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Psychotic Behavior, Silence, Sundays, Vile Neighbors, Who Does That?!, Writing

Waking up this morning, I had a plan. Thus far, that plan is at a standstill as I am still dealing with yesterday's migraine. In turn, all I wanted was silence, in all its perfect glory. This, of course, is where the leaf blowers come in, and threaten to make me sicker. After doing some mundane … Continue reading Silence, Leaf Blowers, & Sunday Dinner

Morphine Mania

2015-11-072015-11-07 Miss Poison Life, Musings, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Writing Exhaustion, Fibromyalgia, Heart Surgery, Life, Musings, My Brother, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Recovery, Self-Care, Stress, Weekends, Writing

It's no secret; I've had a rough two weeks dealing with a serious family emergency. If you've ever had to force a man (or any loved one) to go the hospital knowing that something was clearly NOT "okay", perhaps you can relate. My brother came out of surgery Thursday afternoon, a good three hours earlier … Continue reading Morphine Mania

Sleep Deprived

2015-11-03 Miss Poison Honesty, Life, Musings, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Writing Health, Heart Surgery, Honesty, Life, Musings, My Brother, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Sleep Deprivation, Writing

I spent Sunday running on less than three hours of sleep. As you can imagine, it was an incredibly long day. I pushed myself to go to the hospital. I was surprised I wasn't in and out in twenty minutes, as hospitals are more than a little traumatic for me. I managed to stay for quite … Continue reading Sleep Deprived

Boxes, Hospitals, & The Immovable Insomniac

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I scored boxes at my local liquor store Monday afternoon. If you'd seen them piled up in the backseat of my car, you would have thought I was throwing the party of the century. For those that told me Barnes & Noble would not only have boxes, but happily give them to me; you're all … Continue reading Boxes, Hospitals, & The Immovable Insomniac