I was hospitalized, for the third time this year, just 2 weeks ago. My second kidney infection in 4 months. My physician is not happy. I can only say, that, I am so happy to be alive. In December, 2017, I developed Pneumonia. In January, 2018, I developed Diabetic Ketoacidosis, in July 2018, I developed a Kidney Infection, and in November 2018, another Kidney Infection. All of these times, I was so physically sick, that I felt like I was dying.
It has been such a difficult year. At times, I feel so grateful to have survived these illnesses, but at times, I am so damn depressed, so sad, so scared.
The depression, anxiety, hallucinations, and physical illnesses have done a real number on my soul. I often feel like I am fading away. And my wonderful husband has to live with these situations.
To all of my friends, who suffer from mental illness, I know that you know where I am coming from. You are all in my prayers.
Wednesday, December 5, 2018
Tuesday, October 2, 2018
# 157...Still Terrified
All through the physical ailments that life has subjected me to, recently, I have been haunted about a life I led almost 30 years ago.
I met a really adorable Italian guy in my early 20's. I knew exactly when I became pregnant. Then one morning we had an argument. The next thing I knew, I hit the floor and he was kicking me in my back. I was fighting for my life. I lost the baby and was never able to conceive again.
I still dream of him, even though I have a great husband. Usually we are in Italy, walking around the town, or drinking cappuccinos. Happy stuff. Yahoo.
I guess that my mind is struggling, as we never talked it over before I ran away. He had bitten me on my thigh, I found my finger nails to be broken, and my soul had had enough.
I know that my PTSD is bringing this shit up. PTSD has a huge refuge within me. I try to expel it by writing and psychotherapy.
I don't know what is worse. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder? Major Depression? Severe Anxiety? Paranoia,? Hallucinations,? Schizoaffective Disorder? Yeah, I have them all. And I just don't know.
Sweet Lord, save my soul from drowning. Please help me to find meaning in all of this.
I met a really adorable Italian guy in my early 20's. I knew exactly when I became pregnant. Then one morning we had an argument. The next thing I knew, I hit the floor and he was kicking me in my back. I was fighting for my life. I lost the baby and was never able to conceive again.
I still dream of him, even though I have a great husband. Usually we are in Italy, walking around the town, or drinking cappuccinos. Happy stuff. Yahoo.
I guess that my mind is struggling, as we never talked it over before I ran away. He had bitten me on my thigh, I found my finger nails to be broken, and my soul had had enough.
I know that my PTSD is bringing this shit up. PTSD has a huge refuge within me. I try to expel it by writing and psychotherapy.
I don't know what is worse. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder? Major Depression? Severe Anxiety? Paranoia,? Hallucinations,? Schizoaffective Disorder? Yeah, I have them all. And I just don't know.
Sweet Lord, save my soul from drowning. Please help me to find meaning in all of this.
Thursday, September 6, 2018
#156 Physical Illness and emotional pain
I haven't written, in this blog, entitled : "My Uncomfortable Mind", in almost a year. Yeah, I am disappointed in myself. The truth is, that I felt shitty for most of this time period, I did not have any motivation to write.
In December, 2017, I developed Pneumonia. In the few months before this, I had felt, exhausted, unmotivated, and I had been vomiting a lot.
In late January, 2018, I was vomiting uncontrollably, I had diarrhea. I was unbelievably thirsty, yet couldn't keep even a drop of liquid down.
I went to my doctor's office, where they soon sent me to the Emergency Room of a prominent Boston hospital. I had terrible dehydration. I remember trying to ask a nurse for water. All I could say was :" Um, um, um". I could barely speak, I could not think. I could not tell the doctor my home address. My brain was swollen, my brain had water on it. I had Diabetic Ketoacidosis, and I came close to dying.
I spent 3 nights in the Intensive Care Unit, where they pumped me full of IV Insulin. I survived, but it has been rough, ever since.
I developed diabetes, as the result of taking an antipsychotic, that caused it, at least 15 years ago.
My diabetes was well controlled with pills up until January 2018. Now, I am testing my blood sugar several times a day, and administering insulin, at least once a day, then as needed.
In July, 2018, I was vomiting for about a week, with diarrhea, , and I couldn't think again. The nurse at my health plan, told me to go to the hospital, as soon as possible. It turns out that I had a bad kidney infection, and I spent 4 nights in the hospital, with IV antibiotics pumped into me.
My friend and Pastor Judy, said that it doesn't seem fair that I should have to suffer mentally, emotionally, and now physically. She is SO right.
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