My physical pain has increased a great deal recently. I cannot stand up for more than a few minutes without severe pain from my hips down my legs, both of them. Feeding the dogs has become very difficult because I have to be on my feet for longer than five minutes and by the time I am on to the last two the base of my spine has started to wobble like jelly it is the most peculiar feeling.
The result of this is that I am going to be put on the maximum dose of gabapentin which is for neuropathy and epilepsy although in my case it’s for the neuropathy. I’m also to be given 10 mg tablets of morphine which I’ve only just been taken off to go onto the pink 20 mg tablets and my doctor has told me to take an extra 10 when I am feeding the dogs which means I am going to have to take them an hour before an time it properly. Sometimes I don’t think doctors quite get it. I am just going to have to feed the dogs as normal and hope I get to the last two before I fall.
Yes, I have been falling much more. Only once outside when I went all the way down. This was at the swimming pool. Other times I am with John or talking to someone in Tesco and they grab me when they see part to wobble. People are very kind.
I have been on 200 mg of sertraline for almost 2 weeks now and it has definitely made all the difference. I’m not sure that I’m quite back to Colin yet but I’m close. 200 mg is the highest one can go with this drug so if it doesn’t do the job completely something else will have to be added. I just hope it doesn’t need it. Time will tell. I can’t believe though how much I have changed since I’ve been taking the medication.
I did not believe in depression as an illness before. A lot of the people I knew who were on antidepressants were still flocking depressed or I believe they were just a unhappy or liked to my moan. I thought that antidepressant drugs were a calm designed to make the drug companies billions in profit.
I was absolutely completely wrong. I had never experienced depression until now and it has taught me a great deal. that there is absolutely nothing I could do about it apart from take the medication. It was nothing that I did, it was nothing that happened to me, all the things that did happen to me this year yes caused me to feel grief which is completely different.
With the depression all I wanted to do was die. I lost interest in everything my talents, watching TV, and I could only do the basics for the dogs. I could see absolutely no point to living and I convinced myself that John would be better off without me.
On the day that I decided I was going to take the mixture of morphine and sleeping pills that would work painlessly by stopping my lungs breathing while I was asleep I received an email from my friend Jane and the cause of the time difference between arrived as I was basically counting out the pills. Whilst I have not read any me emails for a while I read hers and she said something in it that I understood and made sense to me.
She told me that depression has a mind of its own and no matter how much I wouldn’t do it because it would hurt John and my friends depression didn’t care and depression would make me do things I wouldn’t normally do and would make me very easily over the top upset by something somebody said and also one comes to believe that no one truly likes m let alone love me. all I was to John was a mill around his neck. I really believed all these things and more.
Thank goodness for friends with insight who could tell just from my Facebook writing that I was severely depressed and not just unhappy and was rightly scared that I was working up to topping myself. Thank goodness for Facebook. Thank goodness for my ability to write as truthfully as I can. I say as truthfully as I can because we can never be completely certain. A good example was some of what I was writing when I was severely depressed-I was writing truthfully as far as I was concerned but what I was writing wasn’t true but because I was in denial I didn’t know that. W