Days…

I was up early this morning. I’m going to tackle what I can today (Important mid-Spring cleaning.), and whatever can’t be tackled today can be done another day. Bits and pieces until it’s clean, packed up, and done. It’s hard to think about, especially coming off of a week full of pain, sickness, and stress. I’m still not one hundred percent okay, but I also don’t expect to be any more. My neck is apparently getting worse, and yes, I’m about to make appointments with new doctors to see if I can find a good fit.

I’m so fucking tired of showing up, though. 😒 Not just tired, but fed up.

Another Day Ending in Y

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I have quite a bit to say, but it’s obviously not going to happen today. I am tackling post-treatment pain after having had an in-office procedure done yesterday. I legitimately can’t even feel ice packs right now. My skin is not detecting cold or heat, which is scary. I am dealing with intense nausea, which I have medication for, but still… I’m doing my best to cope with the fact that some side effects are normal and others are extremely rare. I just have to get through the next week and a half and hope things normalize a bit.

On the plus side, my doctor prescribed an oral CGRP to abort my migraines since triptans have failed completely. The hospital pharmacy could not have been kinder and they genuinely shocked me when they said they can ship my medication to me as soon as it’s approved. It took a month and a half to get a neck brace from a medical supply company, but the hospital pharmacy is 100% on top of things. Good to know.

See you all on the other side. Here’s hoping I get some sleep.

Days

The days are filled with terror. Problems piled up so high.

Panic sets in, as soon as the birds start chirping.

Sleepless nights, filled with anguish.

Nothing solved from day-to-day, constantly being turned away.

No one has answers and no one seems to care, absolving themselves of any and all responsibility.

Reliability is rare, it cannot be depended on.

Seemingly, everything is rare, and nothing can truly be trusted.

Pain is a constant, from head to toe.

But there’s no one there to listen, because they’ve all made it clear they don’t care.

The sound is overwhelming, discovering the noise is all within my mind.

These days don’t get better, and I just drift away…

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