Up, Down or Sideways?

Heya everyone! *crickets* Ah 'everyone' who am I kidding, hi to both of you. I have been ultra-terrible at blogging lately – computer issues haven’t helped matters but it is working today *scrambles to touch anything wooden* so here I am.

 

I’m kinda depressed again but it’s different this time. I can’t explain it properly, there is an edginess to it even a thrill perhaps that isn’t quite the same as past mixed mania's but along those veins. My soul aches but my body tingles, I’m suicidal but I’m cleaning the house – and contrary to past experiences I am sleeping like a normal person for the first time in fuck knows how long. Not sure if I am up, down or sideways.

Physically something isn’t right with me, it seems that the left half of my body is trying to fall apart and I am having trouble deciding if this is actually some sort of psychosomatic thing or an actual physical one. They thought I had MS about 9yrs ago but all my bizarre symptoms of stiffness, numbness, weird skin sensations, cognitive stuff and so forth magically went away when I fell pregnant with my daughter. 

About three years ago I got up from my desk at work to go to the bathroom and my foot gave out, I had foot drop and of course freaked out that after 6 years symptom free maybe I did have MS after all. This resulted in a visit to a neurologist and MRI scans. Scans came back as ‘lesions inconsistent with MS’ (thank goodness) and I was diagnosed with ‘Lumbo sacral plexopathy’ as a cause for the foot drop which resolved itself over about 5/6 months and I have had no physical issues since.

 

Recently my left breast had doubled in size over the period of about two months, there has been a slowly expanding lumpiness for around 12 months but I was putting off going to the doctor in the secret hope that it was breast cancer and it would spread fast enough to be too late for intervention. 

 

I finally went to see my doctor due to the growth spurt after some prompting from my husband, we sat down and after she enquired extensively about my mental health, I then asked her about the boob she dismissed it completely – didn’t even look at it, just suggested I put some anti-inflammatory gel on it. 

I couldn’t decide how to feel about the dismissiveness, I was partially relieved that I had gotten off the hook by being a good girl and seeing the doctor as my husband had asked me to, now if it was cancer I had plausible deniability. I was also annoyed that I have fallen into that trap of ‘once a mental health patient, always a mental health patient’ and physical issues no longer seem to matter.

On the other hand, my breast was sore, uncomfortable and noticeably a good cup size different to the other one and I really did want to know what the hell was going on with it, even if that was going to end in a me refusing to have treatment anyway situation.

So I ended up booking an appointment with a different doctor at the same clinic, she took it very seriously and scheduled me for an ultrasound straight away. The ultrasound showed an area of inflammation but no discernible masses (despite the palpable one that is about 5cm diameter) so they gave me a mammogram, this also showed an area of inflammation but no discernible mass.

 As there is nothing specific on imaging to biopsy we are playing the ‘wait and see’ card and I will go back in 4 months for another mammogram and ultrasound unless it gets worse in the meantime. 

My left leg has also been really stiff and sore again too, it’s really bad when I wake up in the morning or after long periods of sitting in the car / couch etc. Exercising eases it. I am also having issues with weakness and numbness in my arms again, hanging out washing or drying my hair, hands on the steering wheel are all becoming increasingly difficult. Although this arm stuff started on the left its now bilateral.

I have seen a physio regarding the stiffness etc and she has given me some exercises to do, they don’t seem to be helping yet (4 sessions later) and its costing me $100 a pop, so I’m not sure if I will bother to keep going or not.

The only thing I have done differently in the last three months is come off my bipolar medication completely, I spoke with my psychiatrist about this but she didn’t think this would be related. I also asked her if it’s possible all of the neurological stuff could be psychosomatic or some sort of conversion disorder. She felt it was very unlikely but since it is mainly the left side of my body it wouldn’t hurt for me to exercise the possibly responsible right side of my brain, she suggested finding some sort of creative outlet.

Sadly, my creativity usually only visits when I am manic – I woke up one day about 10 years ago and decided I LOVED scrapbooking, IT WAS MY CALLING. So I joined up ‘Kazzazz’ as a consultant, spent nearly two thousand dollars on stamps, inks and papers, fancy pens, embellishments and cut outs and built a website for myself. That phase lasted approximately one month and I have 1 scrapbooking album with 3 ½ pages completed in it and 3 storage containers full of scrapbooking paraphernalia gathering dust to show for it.

Current creativity level is limited to taking 100’s of photographs I will never look at again (I went to a rose wholesaler with my garden club recently – Oh so many pretty roses, must capture them all! ) and writing short stories and songs in my head.

Wow, this got long fast – I’m rambling. Funny, yesterday it was my second sons 13^th birthday and I spent most of the day running around baking cakes, grocery shopping and at doctor and physio appointments making small talk with strangers all the while having to remind myself constantly as I drove past large trucks that it was his birthday and I absolutely was not allowed to kill myself that day no matter how deep the urge. Simultaneously exhausted and alert. 

 I even deactivated my personal facebook profile because the shallowness and bragginess of the world was pushing me off the edge. Some sort of mild hypomanic depression or ‘functionally depressed’ perhaps?

Yesterday was also the first time in over a year that I didn’t exercise for my full hour on the treadmill, I push myself through the physical pain in my leg every day but yesterday I only made it to 55min and I was so weak and dizzy that I couldn’t pull the final five as I would have literally collapsed. 

That failure hurt my soul, I NEED to do my full 60 minutes – I know it’s stupid and I know it’s the eating disorder talking but I have gained so much weight over the last few months that I have one pair of pants that fits me and I need to go and buy new clothes – that’s a task I am putting off as it makes me suicidal at the best of times. So many tears in the change rooms, I never wear make-up when I am clothes shopping. 

I am still feeling really weak physically and I haven’t been on the treadmill yet today as I am scared it will be a repeat of yesterday.

I will stop rambling now. I hope all of you out there in the blogaverse are doing well xxoo