Health update!
Oct. 18th, 2007 02:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
logansrogueOkay. So I should really call it a "Bad Health" update cause it's really not getting any better. Endo has definitely been getting worse. I can't go to Pride this year cause last year, I was actually healthy and could therefore do all the traipsing around, drinking and general lollygaggery that such a fun festival involves. I shall be going to a friend's Halloween party instead (which promises to be some fun since people there are very naughty). I hope it is. I feel bad for not going to Pride, and I really wanted to see Kim there (Oh Kim! I miss you!) but my health is just not going to permit it. I'll probably just sit in the corner of Ebbie's party and try to convince someone to come close enough for me to fondle them. And at some point, I'll probably bury my face in Ebbie's wonderful breasts. But if you could do that, you'd do it too cause they're marvellous!
Every day is a day of pain. There are no days where I'm not in some amount of pain. There are days where the pain is little enough that I don't mind it. There aren't any days where the pain is gone. I am back on the codeine again. I hate that I'm on it and I feel like I've totally fallen off the wagon. The worst thing is that the codeine is fucking with my moods. If I don't take it after a couple of days I get a mild-to-oppressive downer. But I don't really know what else to do, I'm in so much pain. The other days it was actually making me jerk away from the smarting. Like, I was walking along and it would throb and I would go "OW! OW! OW!" and jerk away like Peter Garrett (Fucking Labor WHORE!) in Blue Sky Mining. The pain is so intense that I actually have to vocalise the discomfort. I'm like that as a person but fucking hell. OW!
I can't walk long distances. In fact, I can barely really walk at all other than a couple of hundred metres at a time. I'm actually starting to feel quite nauseous in the mornings again too, now. I did some painting the other day and had to stop in the middle of the day. I was exhausted. My exhaustion is really fucking irritating cause I get tired for NO fucking reason. No matter when I go to sleep, when I sleep I sleep for twelve hours. They say that if you sleep too much, you'll die younger. At this rate I'm popping off at fifty!
Computer games have been the saviour of my sanity lately. I feel terribly guilty for sitting around playing computer games, but I swear sometimes that is all I *can* do, I'm in so much pain. Anything amusing and not taxing on my energy and concentration is good. I always feel so useless and lazy after a day of it, though. I think of all the things I *should* be doing and start hating on myself. Bad mental habit of mine! I have to keep repeating to myself that I'm sick, that it's not my fault, and that all I can do is rest and wait and not to punish myself for needing to do that.
It's late, I'm actually tired for once (probably the codeine doing its thing) and I want to try to get things done tomorrow. *crosses fingers* Love you all!
Every day is a day of pain. There are no days where I'm not in some amount of pain. There are days where the pain is little enough that I don't mind it. There aren't any days where the pain is gone. I am back on the codeine again. I hate that I'm on it and I feel like I've totally fallen off the wagon. The worst thing is that the codeine is fucking with my moods. If I don't take it after a couple of days I get a mild-to-oppressive downer. But I don't really know what else to do, I'm in so much pain. The other days it was actually making me jerk away from the smarting. Like, I was walking along and it would throb and I would go "OW! OW! OW!" and jerk away like Peter Garrett (Fucking Labor WHORE!) in Blue Sky Mining. The pain is so intense that I actually have to vocalise the discomfort. I'm like that as a person but fucking hell. OW!
I can't walk long distances. In fact, I can barely really walk at all other than a couple of hundred metres at a time. I'm actually starting to feel quite nauseous in the mornings again too, now. I did some painting the other day and had to stop in the middle of the day. I was exhausted. My exhaustion is really fucking irritating cause I get tired for NO fucking reason. No matter when I go to sleep, when I sleep I sleep for twelve hours. They say that if you sleep too much, you'll die younger. At this rate I'm popping off at fifty!
Computer games have been the saviour of my sanity lately. I feel terribly guilty for sitting around playing computer games, but I swear sometimes that is all I *can* do, I'm in so much pain. Anything amusing and not taxing on my energy and concentration is good. I always feel so useless and lazy after a day of it, though. I think of all the things I *should* be doing and start hating on myself. Bad mental habit of mine! I have to keep repeating to myself that I'm sick, that it's not my fault, and that all I can do is rest and wait and not to punish myself for needing to do that.
It's late, I'm actually tired for once (probably the codeine doing its thing) and I want to try to get things done tomorrow. *crosses fingers* Love you all!
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Date: 2007-10-17 09:28 pm (UTC)I hope that you can get some rest and relaxation through all this... and that the meds work swiftly and marvelously :-)
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And if that doesn't work, I'm throwing in a half-naked Barrowman to go with Mr. Ten-inch above! :D