April 3 I was supposed to go to my appointment with psych nurse practitioner. It had been rescheduled (by their office) two times already. Third time is supposed to be charming, right?
I was really looking forward to checking in and unloading a bit and confirming that the medications seem to be at a good level. And if it weren't for situational Sad creeping in, I think that the Depression would be under fine control.
When I showed up at the office, however, they had no record of me. Really. Not just no record of my appointment. They asked for last name, first name, phone number... "Have you ever been seen at this location before?"
Quite happily, they managed to squeeze me in after the last appointment of the day.
Upshot of this meeting: I confessed my cleaning problem (which had resulted in injury) and she asked if I was worried about it. No. But I will be if it continues unabated.
I think (yes, it's true) that I spent most of the morning tidying and reorganizing and folding laundry. Which was somewhat uncomfortable. That evening I went to band practice where I was unable to support the weight of my French horn with my left arm. I ended up resting my arm on a spare music stand and singing the fourth horn part. Classy.
That night, as GIANT SNOW descended on the city, I was unable to get to sleep until 4 am because the pain in my neck and shoulder was unbearable. Not in an acute, shooting way. Just in a "Ha Ha Ha, you will never be able to actually rest your head on your pillow!" kind of a way.
Spouse kindly took the day off and allowed me to sleep, and drove me to my appointment since I was unable to turn my neck in one direction or the other.
I was sent home from the doctor with a prescription for ibuprofin, muscle relaxants, and some physical therapy stretches. She also prescribed more shoulder massages to deal with a massive (no, MASSIVE) knot in my left neck/shoulder area. And she stipulated that I was only allowed to clean under strict supervision.
With the help of better living through chemistry, I was finally able to rest my head on my pillow and made up for my apalling lack of sleep.
Grateful Crap: better living through chemistry
went and saw folks for better self-care
took meds (now quite habitual)
Note: I have decided that as I move into trying to eat healthily and get exercise regularly I am going to track my weight in kilograms because those measurements have no emotional baggage for me.
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