Still having shingles issues. Yesterday wasn’t so bad, pain-wise. Today has been awful. Plus I seem to have broken out in hives on my stomach. It itched all day long.
I met with my pyschiatrist today. First time since last November. Of course, I’m supposed to see her once a month. She spent 1/2 of our twenty mintues together fussing at me. I wanted to say, “Look, I’m bipolar. I’m compliant, but hardheaded. Surely I’m not the first hard-headed bipolar you’ve treated. You HAD to know what you were getting into!” Of course, I didn’t say any of that. I just nodded my head and apologized and promised her and myself that I’d do better. And I’ll try. But we both know I won’t succeed.
She also made me promise that I’d start therapy as soon as I’m financially able. Told her it’d probably be early summer. I’m ambivalent about therapy. I know I need it but I don’t want it. Of course, I’m ambivalent about my meds, too, but I manage to take those every day. We’ll see, I guess.
Going to take another pain pill (have I ever mentioned how much I like pain pills?) and hopefully drift off into a pain-free, oblivious sleep. Until Peter comes home with my nightly ice cream. 🙂