Health update 1
Nov. 6th, 2003 10:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
oneirophreniaFor those of you who care:
I've just spent most of the week (and most of my paycheck) in and out of doctors' offices, but the prognosis--finally--is good:
1) I'm on superstrength antibiotics now to kill the Sinus Infection From Hell, and they're actually working! I'm coughing a lot less, and my head no longer feels like it's going to rupture like a rotten pumpkin...but I've also got pleurisy (inflammation of the pleural membranes surrounding the lungs) now, which hurts like absolute hell, and the bursitis is back in my right shoulder, which hurts worse. I'm in a lot of pain right now, but at least I have Vicodin, which kills most of the ache, and Relafen to cut down on the inflammation in both lungs and shoulder. Technically, I'm feeling better, but I am still severely run-down--and no doubt, item 2 has a lot to do with that as well.
2) I had a brief consultation with my psychiatrist today. Unfortunately, he couldn't see me sooner, and even then I had to cut the visit short in order to get to class,, but basically...it looks like I had a nervous breakdown over the weekend. A pretty severe one. In fact, how I survived it all without ending up in an emergency room, gibbering and twitching on a gurney, or bound up tight in a straitjacket, is beyond both me and my doctor....Suffice to say, I'm pretty wrecked. I have another appointment early next week in order to ascertain just how much damage has been done to me, but in the meantime: I'm on some mild sedatives (just Atarax) to keep the static out of my stripped nerves and to help me sleep in the short term, and they've upped my Celexa dosage a good bit to help stave off the old black dog of misery, but more importantly they're looking into cheaper or no-cost therapy programmes for me. I've exhausted all the possibilities that I know about down here, but they're going to try to score me something on a more official level. I sincerely hope they do...but if they don't, I guess I'll just have to scrape the money together somehow.
Rest and quiet--that's what I mainly need now. Quiet I've got. Rest is another thing: I've tons of papers coming in this week that needed graded, in addition to all those I couldn't get to last week because I was always too damned bombed out of my mind on cough medicine to concentrate. But one way or another...I feel a lot more myself, now. Whatever the hell was shitting in my head over the weekend has flown, or at least sunk back into my subconscious...but, christ, do I have a mess to clean up now.
One thing's for damn sure: I can't fucking wait until all this crap in my skull and chest clears up so I don't need to take any more damned meds. I'm flatout sick of popping antibiotics, painkillers, and SSRIs and keeping track of what I take when so that I don't accidentally take a Vicodin an hour after an Atarax and thereby fall instantly asleep for a week....I hope I die looooooooong before I get old enough to be eating handfuls of friggin' pills everyday like my grandmother did.
Ohyeah, and the new Matrix film is a huge-ass letdown. Good machine-vs.-man war action, but...feh. Soooooooo much potential for totally ass-kicking development just squandered. At least 01 looked really, really, really cool.
I've just spent most of the week (and most of my paycheck) in and out of doctors' offices, but the prognosis--finally--is good:
1) I'm on superstrength antibiotics now to kill the Sinus Infection From Hell, and they're actually working! I'm coughing a lot less, and my head no longer feels like it's going to rupture like a rotten pumpkin...but I've also got pleurisy (inflammation of the pleural membranes surrounding the lungs) now, which hurts like absolute hell, and the bursitis is back in my right shoulder, which hurts worse. I'm in a lot of pain right now, but at least I have Vicodin, which kills most of the ache, and Relafen to cut down on the inflammation in both lungs and shoulder. Technically, I'm feeling better, but I am still severely run-down--and no doubt, item 2 has a lot to do with that as well.
2) I had a brief consultation with my psychiatrist today. Unfortunately, he couldn't see me sooner, and even then I had to cut the visit short in order to get to class,, but basically...it looks like I had a nervous breakdown over the weekend. A pretty severe one. In fact, how I survived it all without ending up in an emergency room, gibbering and twitching on a gurney, or bound up tight in a straitjacket, is beyond both me and my doctor....Suffice to say, I'm pretty wrecked. I have another appointment early next week in order to ascertain just how much damage has been done to me, but in the meantime: I'm on some mild sedatives (just Atarax) to keep the static out of my stripped nerves and to help me sleep in the short term, and they've upped my Celexa dosage a good bit to help stave off the old black dog of misery, but more importantly they're looking into cheaper or no-cost therapy programmes for me. I've exhausted all the possibilities that I know about down here, but they're going to try to score me something on a more official level. I sincerely hope they do...but if they don't, I guess I'll just have to scrape the money together somehow.
Rest and quiet--that's what I mainly need now. Quiet I've got. Rest is another thing: I've tons of papers coming in this week that needed graded, in addition to all those I couldn't get to last week because I was always too damned bombed out of my mind on cough medicine to concentrate. But one way or another...I feel a lot more myself, now. Whatever the hell was shitting in my head over the weekend has flown, or at least sunk back into my subconscious...but, christ, do I have a mess to clean up now.
One thing's for damn sure: I can't fucking wait until all this crap in my skull and chest clears up so I don't need to take any more damned meds. I'm flatout sick of popping antibiotics, painkillers, and SSRIs and keeping track of what I take when so that I don't accidentally take a Vicodin an hour after an Atarax and thereby fall instantly asleep for a week....I hope I die looooooooong before I get old enough to be eating handfuls of friggin' pills everyday like my grandmother did.
Ohyeah, and the new Matrix film is a huge-ass letdown. Good machine-vs.-man war action, but...feh. Soooooooo much potential for totally ass-kicking development just squandered. At least 01 looked really, really, really cool.
