I’m burning Jasmine incense. I love it, that’ll make everything better.
Did some sort of superficial nerve damage cutting last night. An intense burning sensation kept waking me last night. I thought it’d be okay but I woke up this morning and couldn’t move my arm without a high amount of pain, still “burning”.
Plan for the day was work support appointment at 800am and work 1000am til 300pm. My job is semi heavy lifting on a usual day. 12kg boxes of apples above head height and 20kg bags of potatoes lower down, among lesser things. Today would have involved less weight but more constant, intense, and more mechanical movement – lift, twist, stack etc. I couldn’t fathom it and called in injured. My supervisor answered the phone – she was super cool about it but did ask what happened. What do you say? “Oh I was just being a dickhead”. Of course I’m Australian so I didn’t even think twice about using that phrase to work people ha. But it’s still suspect.
So anyway, went to the 800am appointment. She called my GP to get me an urgent appointment. She also called my case manager to voice her concerns, and ask about me going IP but still being let out to keep my job. Made me promise to call her after GP appointment.
Wen’t and saw case manager at 900am. It was pre-scheduled but I’d attempted to reschedule to a different day cause I thought I had work, but I didn’t, so we didn’t. She’s going to see me everyday I’m not working to try and avoid IP. She’s going to try and help me start my psychologist homework (relaxation) tomorrow. She got me a visit to my Psychiatrist on the 12th December. She FINALLY did my followup cognitive assessment regarding the significant side effects ECT had on me 1 year ago. She was meant to do it months ago but I was apparently “too underweight” at the time and that could skew the results. Like bitch please I’ve been emaciated for most of the last decade, memory problems started straight after ECT – let go of the bias. But hey, she HAS done a lot today so that’s cool.
I went to GP after that. She said, which I knew that the painful cut wasn’t as deep as the other recent cuts and therefore not bad enough to do any major damage. Only explanation was something like, superficial nerves normally just numb and die but sometimes they react differently and that must be the cause. Decided against stitches cause it’s such a time ask on her (as they’re ALWAYS older than 6-8 hours by the time I get to see her). And I’m cutting so much anyway. Futility. But OMG the lovely nurse gave me a whole big syringe of lignocaine topical numbing gel and that shit is GOLD. She Steri’d up my open cuts and took the stitches out of the stitched ones. The latter was a mistake. A few hours later the steri’s don’t stick cause it’s such a high movement area and one of the stitched cuts was apparently removed too early cause it’s burst right open and there’s vile yellow fat cells bulging everywhere and great. But whatever, I ripped off all the steri’s and just stuck perpendicular tough-strip bandaid’s along my shoulders to close the gaping wounds. Much better than steri’s. Sore cut started burning again, though this was like 5-6 hours after first application. More gel. All good. Oh GP ALSO gave me pathology form, ECG, and antibiotics. Like I said. Busy day.
GP is across the road from B/P supermarket. Time to buy supplies (after pathology). I’ll call job support lady when I’m walking home. Or not, legit ran into her at the shopping complex. Legit picked up medication and the same time, at the same place. And then she drove me home. With a bad full of B/P food lol.
Write “today” that turns into an essay before the vodka takes effect.
Got super drunk “social” last night before cutting. Messaging people on FB messenger I haven’t spoken to in years. Oh gosh lol.
DID NOT lose weight. Always the start to a shit day.
Nah today’s not too shit considering I’m no longer in pain because of it AND avoided IP.
Did however (not for the first time), shit myself toward the tail end of binge. Not on laxatives for months but have abused them for the better part of 10 years. Not sure if this is a side-effect of long term laxative abuse or just of long term Eating Disorder. But hey, always a class act.