Now, if that isn’t SEO, I don’t know what is!
So I was doing to follow up the last post with a couple of topics. Let’s get to it, shall we?
*references the last post to see what exactly she was suppose to follow up with*
Just kidding Pat. I know I’m planning to talk about you! (He read the last one knowing I almost always end the posts with that title talking about him, and then saw, Oh hey, I didn’t talk about him other than to mention I wasn’t talking about him. He was sad. So I’m going to make sure I don’t do that to him again. I’m rather fond of him and I rather like that he reads my blog.)
So Pat and I are doing pretty damn good. We have our “moments” but I do believe most married couples do. Our good moments far outweigh our bad ones, so I’m pretty sure we are securely married to one another at the moment. These days I love, like, and enjoy my husband. So I’m happy!
My mental health is also pretty fabulous. I had a couple of bad days following Thanksgiving and that scared the crap outa me. I’ve been so stable that a bad day or evening throws me into a panic of “Dear god am I losing my stable!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!” HOWEVER, many a person has pointed out that EVERYONE has bad days. Everyone. So I convinced myself it’s in how you handle them, how you react to them, and how long you let them keep you down. My coping skill these days is just to sleep it off if I can. I go to bed early and hope that I wake up in a better mood, and more often than not, I do.
One of the big causes of my mental anguish these days is the physical pain. I’m still having headaches but my arthritis is also acting up real bad. Most joints in my body are inflamed and angry and hurt like HELL.
I hesitate to go to the doctor because first of all, I have yet to get a doctor to acknowledge my arthritis. I guess the most common type shows up on blood work. Yeah, seems that’s not the type I have. But whatever it is, I’ve had it since I was a kid. And it’s getting worse.
The other things holding me back is that I’m terrified he’ll think I’m after pain meds. (As in I’m an addict or something.) Usually it takes pain to get me to a doctor. But? I don’t want pain meds. I don’t want to mask the pain. I want to stop it before it even starts. But if I can’t prove I even have arthritis, and he’s been my doctor since last year’s shoulder incident, and the sciatica, and the headaches… that’s a history of pain I’ve been to him for. Maybe I’ve watched too much House, but to me that looks suspicious.
That said, post surgery next week I’m getting Percocet so hopefully I’ll have a few pain free days. And that will be legit since I am actually being cut open in 2 places. I’m just looking forward to being pain free elsewhere as well for awhile.
Anyway, dealing with that crap day in and day out eventually gets to me and I have a mood shift. But like I said, usually I sleep it off. Sometimes with a dose of Lunesta so I can get some even better, deeper sleep. Now that Sammy is out through the night, I’m pretty safe to do so. Even if she stirs early, the initial effects of the Lunesta are gone. Then I pull her to my bed and we dose off the rest of it. Plus we have the baby monitor for Pat in case she can’t wake me, he can go to her pretty easy. Though, she’s never not woken me.
In closing, HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY! Also, to brag. He has lost a ton of weight and is doing so damn good sticking to a new diet and I am so super proud. Had. To. Brag!