I went back all the way to January 1, and could not find a post where I have talked about myself much this whole year. So, because May is my birthday month, I think I will take a little time to tell you what’s been going on with me in 2014.
In January, I went to the doctor for a checkup. Everything was fine, well at least as fine as it can get for me, except that my pain meds didn’t seem to be working as well as they had been when I first started taking them. My doctor decided to change my pain meds from hydrocodone to Percocet. She prescribed them for me to take one 10mg/375 tablet 4 times a day.
I took them as prescribed for exactly one day. The next day, I had to go to an appointment at another doctor, and while I was driving on the way home, I felt like I was floating away into the clouds. I have never been on a medication that made me afraid to drive before, and it really scared me. When I got home, I called the doctor and we discussed either cutting down the dosage or changing something so that I could be pain free while not being so high.
We decided that I would take 1/2 of a tablet 6 times a day, or every 4 hours. This is working out fine for me as far as keeping me pain free.
While I was at the first doctor appointment she also said to me “Karen, you are just too fat.” Now, I have had doctors tell me I needed to lose weight, they have said “You need to lose a few pounds” or “you need to try to lose weight”, but never has a doctor said it just like that to me. So, that day, I assessed my eating habits, and decided that maybe I did not need to eat a bowl of ice cream AND a bowl of cereal each night after dinner. I switched to eating a whole grapefruit every night, and I am proud to say that I have lost 31 pounds since January. Oh, and I also have been drinking a ton of water, at least 10 glasses a day, too.
In February, my psychiatrist (yes, I have one, but I mostly call her my shrink doctor or my crazy doctor), changed the dosage of my Cymbalta from 30 mg a day to 60 mg a day. When this is combined with my pain meds, it makes me sleep. A lot. I spend a good part of every day sleeping in my recliner. That is why some days you do not see a new post from me. This change has helped me a lot. I had been crying some days just for nothing, and having little private pity parties for myself, but since I am taking more of the anti-depressant I don’t have those things happen any more. I also have not had the thoughts about taking the whole bottle of pain medication at one time just so I could be pain free for day. (Which I was thinking about quite often before). So, just for the record, I do feel better in my head than I did before.
March went by quite quickly for me. There was really nothing going on, except that I decided to start a raised bed garden. That has taken a bit more time that I thought it would, mostly because I am so slow doing what I do, which is sitting on the front porch steps, using a kitchen spoon to put composted cow manure from the bag into pots so I can transplant the pretty plants I bought. I do a few a day, then rest for a couple of days. If these plants produce anything in the way of a crop for harvest it will be amazing, but it is giving me something entertaining to do, and a reason to go outside for a while, both of which are good for me.
Then April seemed like it was excessively busy, with something on the calendar almost every week day. Between my doctors appointments, Fabgrandpa’s appointments, an appointment for me at the Social Security office to apply for my retirement benefits, going to see an attorney to file bankruptcy, Easter at my Mother’s, and a party for my niece who was deployed to Afghanistan, we were going somewhere all the time. Even though we have known for some time that we would have to do the bankruptcy, it was still sad and generally disheartening to do it. The day the bank came to get the RV was the worst. I had not been in the trailer at all since we moved into the house, we no longer have a truck to pull it with, and I knew we would never be going anywhere in it again. But watching it being towed away by the bank was just so final. A sad day indeed.
So there ya go. To wrap it all up, I have lost weight, surrendered the trailer to the bank, filed bankruptcy, and planted a little garden. Some good things, some bad things. I really thought that losing weight would lessen my pain, but it hasn’t. It just seems to be worse, and in some new and different places along with the old places. But life goes on, doesn’t it? How has your year been?