Well, I wasn’t planning on writing another post on my health/pain today, but I felt the need to due to how the day went.
Today, I had absolutely terrible pain – the kind that makes you want to scream and/or curse repeatedly. No matter which way I moved, I hurt. All I could manage was laying on my bed and watching Breaking Bad episodes I’ve already seen before. Eventually the pain faded and currently it’s at a dull ache.
I’ve not had children, but I’ve heard that Endometriosis/Adenomyosis pain can sometimes be comparable to labor pains, and in extreme cases of those diseases, sometimes even worse than labor… I was in such agony for those couple hours, I kept wondering, how on earth do women have children? Bravery, I tell you. I don’t know exactly what labor’s like, but I do know this pain. 😦 Continue reading “PAIN REMEDIES FOR ENDOMETRIOSIS & ADENOMYOSIS PAIN”
So, as of lately, I haven’t been the swellest. I was going to say ‘wellest’, but nixed that since it’s not a word.
(This post involves Endometriosis and uterus talk.)
I found out I may have more Endometriosis lingering after having had fairly extensive surgery for it last year, and the chance at getting a partial hysterectomy for my Adenomyosis is very slim, unless I search like a mad woman through all the possible doctors, which is definitely not an appealing prospect. I can’t even remember how many different doctors I’ve seen in the past few years – heck, mainly the last year. Continue reading “A LITTLE UPDATE ON MY HEALTH”
Foggy head, heavy eyes, tired body,
I’m about to drift into dreamland after a long day.
I arose this morning, and through each moment, I lived.
Each moment of conscious thought, each moment of negativity, each moment of doubt.
Each moment of laughter, each moment of love, each moment of pain, each moment of feeling human.
Photo from Pixabay.com, by Hans.
Being ‘sick’ doesn’t define you, except when it does. When you can’t work because of health issues.
Being poor shapes your life. Yes, I said it. Money is oh-so-powerful. I don’t even mean a lot of money, I just mean a livable wage. A simple life is what I crave.
Writing calls to me for whatever reason. It’s the easiest thing for me to do, whether I’m feeling good or terrible (mostly the latter).
I just wish I could write and little magical fairies would make money appear. How nice would that be? Continue reading “I’M BROKE AND ILL, AND ALL I WANNA DO IS WRITE”
Wearing all black clothing, he approaches me suddenly.
I look up from the ground, where my eyes were trained. It’s quiet now, not many people around. “May I help you?”
His face is cloaked in mystery and a hooded jacket, which is sweeping his feet. A deep, almost growling voice responds, his eyes lit up oddly with joy. “You already have.”
“I’m sorry, what do you-” Before I can finish asking what he’s talking about, the man is out of sight, the glow of the settling sun proving one last glimpse of him – his shadow.
Photo from Pixabay.com, by Iwona_Olczyk
I feel like everyone is short on time; there’s only 24 hours in the day. Around 8 of them are already allotted for sleeping and then other portions are taken throughout the day for necessary stuff like eating and bathroom breaks.
If you’re out and about, there’s typically lots of waiting at red lights, in traffic, waiting in lines.
What do you do with the extra time?
What do you do when you’re waiting in line? Continue reading “WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH YOUR TIME?”
So we all know that depression and productivity don’t exactly go hand in hand. I laugh a little inside because I know how little I’ve been able to accomplish while battling crippling depression for the past decade. (It’s not funny, but sometimes I can laugh at how pathetic I feel I am. Sometimes.)
This past week, I was the most productive I’ve been in a long time… I literally had something planned every day of the week, which is huge for me, someone unable to work. I had a couple pressing errands to complete that I finally managed to do, a doctor appointment (hence my last blog post and poem titled “YOU CAN’T BANDAGE MY PAIN”) and I have to say, it feels AMAZING.
(Besides the hopelessness after leaving my doctor. Maybe I’ll talk more about that later…) Continue reading “IN MANAGING YOUR DEPRESSION, PRODUCTIVITY IS KEY”