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

Fog

2015-11-052015-11-05 Miss Poison Honesty, Life, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Writing Compassion, Heart Surgery, Honesty, Life, My Brother, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Poor Communication Skills, Stress, Writing

When I went to bed this morning, the fog was pretty dense behind my house. It rolled in out of nowhere. I think it's a metaphor for what I am going through at the moment. "It happened out of nowhere." Yeah, that sounds about right. I feel nothing. I'm an ocean-cleansed shell. For almost two … Continue reading Fog

Hanging By A Very Fine Thread

2015-10-312015-10-31 Miss Poison Life, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Writing Halloween, Heart Health, Life, My Brother, October, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Samhain, Saturdays, Stress, Surgery, Writing

I think what little is left of my sanity snapped Thursday afternoon when I received word that my brother will likely need open heart surgery, providing he is a viable candidate. If that is not an option, he will require a heart transplant. These are the kinds of words that make you want to sink … Continue reading Hanging By A Very Fine Thread

Boxes, Hospitals, & The Immovable Insomniac

2015-10-29 Miss Poison Musings, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Writing All Saints' Day, Boxes, Cat and Kitten, Dia de los Muertos, Exhaustion, Halloween, Insomnia, Migraines, Moving, Musings, My Brother, October, Packing, Poison In Lethal Doses, Rain, Samhain, Stress, Writing

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

It’s Normal And It’s Okay

2015-10-04 Miss Poison Life, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Writing Emotional Pain, Emotions, Exhaustion, Life, Musings, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Strength, Stress, Work, Writing

Another night of barely present sleep has me sitting here stressed. I should be boxing things up in my bathroom or going through my closet, but it's cold, even with the heat on, the wind is insane, and I think I have to give myself a break today. From the neck down, everything hurts. If … Continue reading It’s Normal And It’s Okay

Bright, Blue, and Dark

2015-09-14 Miss Poison Depression, Exhaustion, Feelings, Fibromyalgia, Honesty, Mondays, Musings, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Writing Depression, Exhaustion, Mondays, Moods, Musings, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Sadness, September, Stress, Writing

Despite what the Migraine app claims, I slept horribly (hours don't count unless it's quality sleep). Under normal circumstances the fact that I took two Benadryl for my allergies would mean I would have gotten an extra 2-3 hours of sleep. Alas, around 5:00 a.m. I was haunted by Case Study #2. Note To Self: Change … Continue reading Bright, Blue, and Dark

Sleep, Pain, & Stress

2015-08-062015-08-06 Miss Poison Honesty, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Writing Allergies, Fibromyalgia, Insomnia, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, Pain, Sleep, Stress, Trauma, Writing

Sleep doesn't come easily for me these days. In fact, I often wonder how long I can function without sleep. Seemingly I can only sleep when I'm sick, upset, or exhausted beyond words. No one likes wasting time staring at the ceiling. Tossing and turning for hours is overrated and I'm not going to do it. … Continue reading Sleep, Pain, & Stress

Moody Musings

2015-06-262015-06-29 Miss Poison Chronic Pain, Depression, Happiness, Honesty, Life, Musings, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Social Media, Things That Enrage Me, Thought-Provoking, Thoughts, Writing Anger, Cat/Kitten, Depression, Exhaustion, Fibromyalgia Pain, Honesty, Life, Moods, Musings, Pain, Partial Paralysis, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Police, Stress, Writing

I'm in an ugly mood. I think I went to bed that way, to some extent, which only partially explains my nasty mood this morning. I (almost) never lock my cats out of my bedroom, but when they started their petition to shove me out of bed around 5:00, I silently got up, put grain … Continue reading Moody Musings

Let Me Know When It’s My Turn

2015-06-202015-06-20 Miss Poison Honesty, Musings, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Stress, Writing Honesty, Impatience, Musings, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Stress, Writing

It's mildly interesting to me that the majority of people don't care how much they bitch to others. They can complain about the same thing every single day for 8-12 hours, but God forbid you want to interject with a thought. Suddenly you're "the enemy" who has interrupted the flow of kvetching. (Please refer to … Continue reading Let Me Know When It’s My Turn

This Is How I Know It’s Wednesday

2015-06-10 Miss Poison Being Real, Life, Musings, Poison In Lethal Doses, Stress, Unhappiness, Writing Clients, Honesty, Life, Musings, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Stress, Unhappiness, Wednesdays, Work, Writing

Once the heat & humidity overpowers your thoughts, the days just blend, one into the other. After a while, you find yourself occasionally double-checking the date so that you don't make an error on something that may or may not be all that important. When it doubt, check it out. How do I know that … Continue reading This Is How I Know It’s Wednesday