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Days that turn into years…

I was bored so I did a Google search on how many days it’s been since I’ve been in bed since my fall on October 10, 2013. Technically it’s more like 2,462 days taking into account doctors visits and things like that.

I also realized it’s been almost a year since I have been dealing with constant hip pain and have not been able to actually have a shower. Okay, don’t gross out I do bed baths. This timeline was when I had thought I had broken my hip and had gone to the hospital and Independence Blue Cross denied me rehab.

I probably shouldn’t look at it like this, but there you have it. I’m kind of numb. Physical Therapy hasn’t started back up yet. Quite frankly does it even matter since insurance will only give me two actual physical therapy appointments? Okay in reality they gave me four physical therapy appointments, two of which was checking me in and signing me out. Now, unfortunately for me, the young man that was helping me privately has not been able to be here because of a Covid scare so we are waiting to make sure he is OK. I know I have to keep positive and try to find the good in every day. Unfortunately for me, that other fucking shoe always has to drop when things are going well. I really hate that fucking shoe.

Being trapped in a bed is no walk in the park. Literally. And let me explain being bedbound to you. Being truly bedbound means you cannot get out of your bed for anything. I understand that people try to understand what I’m going through, but please don’t tell me you are also bedbound when you are not. It really downplays the pain of what I’m living through. Especially when I see pictures of you out of your bed doing things. Don’t get me wrong, I am so very happy that you’re able to do that, but please don’t use the term bedridden or bedbound, because you are not. Now, once I get my pain under control, I will go longer be bedbound. I just keep hope every day that I will be able to one day get my pain under control. The only problems I foresee are what has been my problem from the time I fell, my doctors…

Have courage and be kind.

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How do you know how to feel when you don’t know how you’re feeling?

Lately when my alarm goes off in the morning I’ve just been lying in my bed for a good hour or more debating… do I actually open my eyes and wake up or do I go back to sleep?! My days run into each other and as of late I’ve been a day off. I’m still waiting for the Physical Therapy to get back with my insurance. I’m very thankful that my mom is paying for private sessions while I wait, but she should not have to do that. Independence Blue Cross is yet again sitting on their thumb and twirling. I’m jumping through their hoops and doing in-home physical therapy. The pain is horrifying. Unfortunately I don’t have the medications I would get if I were in an actual rehab facility. I just keep gritting my teeth and going for it. We should not have to deal with this crap when we pay good money for actual healthcare insurance. Our country has gone to hell in a handbasket over the last 3.5 years. I’ve never in my life had this much trouble with insurance. I feel like I’m in limbo.

Although I will say that in a way it’s good that I am stuck in my room in my bed right now. We have so many idiot privileged Americans that think they don’t have to wear a mask. Look asshole, you MUST wear a fucking mask. And please don’t tell me you have a medical condition that makes it impossible for you to wear a mask. If that is true, you should keep your sick ass at home during a pandemic. I know brains are in short supply right now with everyone that follows the idiot in chief. And now we have another shit show starting with Kanye West thinking he’s going to run for president. I really hope everyone realizes this is just a ploy, most likely between him and the orange Cheeto to take away votes. But, the orange guy only got in because of the electoral college. He did not win the popular vote! So just like the south losing the war, he lost the popular vote. 

You ignorant people are the reason countries are banning Americans right now. Our country is the laughingstock of the world. And please don’t call yourself a patriot and say you love your country! If you can’t wear a mask to protect others in your wonderful country, then you’re nothing but a piece of shit! I’m sure it’s quite obvious that I despise the idiot in the White House. Not because he’s a Republican but because he’s a vile disgusting human being. If you can’t wear a mask to help your country you are no patriot!

I know my blog is going all over the place today because that’s where my head is. I’m numb right now and I’m not sure why. I am deeply saddened by everything happening in our world right now. My heart breaks with all of the hatred from certain groups of people RACISTS that are being caught on video all over the place. Again I’m probably better off being trapped in my bed because if I were anywhere near these racist “Karen” bitches, they would be laid out on the concrete. I have no time for those disgusting people.

And please don’t come at me with all lives matter. No shit Sherlock we know that. But right now in our country black lives are in jeopardy. And quite frankly all lives don’t matter until Black Lives Matter! I will no longer sit by as a white woman and be complacent about this issue. I have friends that are hurting and I will stand next to them and fight with them! ✊🏻✊🏼✊🏽✊🏾✊🏿

Unfortunately those people running around saying all lives matter really only care about life in the womb. The minute it comes out, you don’t care anymore. I won’t debate anyone on this because it’s right out there for you to see. People are out celebrating the Fourth of July while children are sitting in cages in the United States of America. For those people that think that’s acceptable, you’re a piece of shit. (we seem to have a lot of shit in our country right now don’t we) Plain and simple! I know I know you’re gonna blame their parents. I’m sorry if I lived in a shitty country I would do anything I could to get my children to a better place. If you are a parent who wouldn’t do that, I feel sorry for your children. Well shit, right now I do live in a shitty country. That’s a thought to ponder. 

Let’s see, have I missed anything or anyone?! I think I’m good to go right now. I swear lately I have eye rolled myself into oblivion with all the ignorance that I’m seeing. 🙄 I am sorry, but it’s no longer that we have a difference in opinion, we have a difference in morality!

As always, have courage and be kind! 🖤



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The human body truly is an amazing thing.

While I await more rehab through my insurance, I am having a private Physical Therapy. It really sucks when you have to pay for some thing out of your pocket to keep it going when you pay thousands to have healthcare insurance. I’m hoping this will be taken care of within the next couple weeks and my insurance will pick it back up. I knew I could not stop for the little bits that I’ve gained would be lost. I’m very thankful to my stepmom or as I call her, mom, for taking care of private sessions for me.

I really believe that I will be able to get back into my Hoyer lift and into my chair within the month of July. I’m realizing there are some medical issues I will have to get taken care of as well. Both of my knees have frontal torn meniscus’s. This causes some serious pain when bending my knees. But we are taking it slowly and the pain is lessening. I should’ve had these problems fixed years ago, but they would not fix the issue that caused the problems. My doctor told me insurance would not cover it because of my illness and the fact that I spent a lot of time in a wheelchair. So basically every couple years I would just have to get these surgeries to put a Band-Aid on the issue. I had already had one surgery to fix the issue and now I was going to need another one… That’s another story for another blog.

My body lets my physical therapist know when it’s had enough. My leg will literally stop any movement. If that makes any sense at all. It truly is amazing how the human body works to protects itself. I am learning the saying, move it or lose it, is so very true. I’m doing everything I can on my own to move my legs as much as I can, and my husband is also trying to help as much as possible. He has his own back issues and it causes him a lot of pain helping me. So it’s a lot of moaning and groaning going on as he moves me around. Old people problems. 😜

Patience is something that I have to work on. It really isn’t one of my virtues. I am learning and I know that it took 6 1/2 years to get to this place so it’s not going to be fixed overnight. This time I will not give up. This time I will not give in. This time I will fight for my life!

Have courage and be kind. 

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Oh the pain… the pain!

I had my FaceTime neurologist appointment and PT yesterday. Both went well. But… I am paying for the PT today. 😳

I so hope this is true for me. We actually got my right leg into a 90° angle. That was crazy. My left side, not so much. Today Roger (hubby) rolled blankets to keep my knees and legs a little more normal. It hurts quite a bit, but no pain no gain! Thank the universe for cannabis. 😏

Stretching everything is going to be a painful process, but the outcome will be phenomenal! Now here is the shitty part… No more visits per Independence Blue Cross. 🙄 I have to call Monday and get the pain management doctor to call in more visits. WTF!!! My concern is all the work we have accomplished last week will fade away waiting for Insurance to allow me more visits. I really don’t understand how they have the right to run my healthcare. It’s mind boggling. The worst part is that it will start all over. What that means is, I will have to have an admission visit again, then an evaluation visit again, and then the PT visits start. What a fucking racket. All the while people like me are screwed. I just keep telling myself to keep breathing. This will work out, we will find a way. Sadly this just proves to me why people do give up. We have to jump through so many hoops, it weakens our soul.

^^^ I say this, I just wish I could truly believe it.

Have courage and be kind. 

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The light at the end of the tunnel perhaps…

I had my first in-home physical therapy appointment today. I’m almost afraid to be as happy as I am about it. Muscles were moved today that haven’t been moved for 6+ years. My right leg knee hip ankle, yeah the whole thing 😜 after a few minutes, didn’t hurt as badly. The left leg, on the pain scale a 10. He was almost afraid that my hip was out of the socket. Thankfully it’s not. I realized how the body protects itself today when at a certain point my leg went tight. It basically said, no more! Some of the problem is the knee. I have a frontal torn meniscus and wow!  It’s something that was never taken care of because it was the second time it happened. That’s a whole other story. A good thing is he is going to let them know what I need for my legs. Starting with a knee brace for my left knee. He was so helpful and even did the breathing with me. I have a pretty high pain tolerance, but a couple times I thought my leg was going to snap.

He will be coming back Friday. The problem I may run into is, of course, Independence Blue Cross. At this point I have four visits. Technically the first nurse visit to fill out the paperwork, and the PT visit just to assess my situation, along with the last visit when they sign you out of rehab whatever, and the visit today, that’s already four visits. 😳 Now that he knows the range of motion and what it’s going to take to help me, I should get more visits. I think I’m going to have to send an email to Jason at Independence Blue Cross. * I know there are many run-on sentences. I’m a little medicated as the pain right now is pretty high. Kind of like me. 😏

After PT I actually felt positive. That is kind of a strange feeling for me. I am going to go with it and see where it takes me. I just hope that Independence Blue Cross will allow me enough visits. I am definitely going to need a month or two since it’s only a couple times a week. If we can get everything stretched out then I’ll be able to get back in my wheelchair. Right now, that’s really all I’m pushing for. Once that happens, I can possibly get Physical Therapy to help me be able to transfer on my own. It could happen…

Have courage and be kind.

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Baby steps

Today’s fun is trying to get my ankles used to wearing my Forrest Gump shoes again. 😂 It’s been a while and I think my legs are going to be pissed off at me tonight. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Tomorrow we will be trying to get me in the chair again. My lower back is still hurting really bad so we didn’t want to push it today.

And now I’ve had these on now for 2 1/2 hours and I think that’s long enough for today. 

Baby steps… 🖤

Have courage and be kind.

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Letting go…

This is tough for me. I can see myself sitting up and moving around my room. When I see myself, I still see the kid that I once was. I have cried so many silent tears for all that I’ve lost. Believe me, I have tried to move forward and truly accept my new normal. It sounds easy enough, but it’s so very hard. I think the boredom gets to me after a while. It’s almost seasonal in a way. It feels like every three months or so I fall into a depression. I’m trying to recognize the signs of my downward spiral(s).

I constantly fight with everything that I feel I should have done when I fell in 2013. Why didn’t I scream at them for rehab, why didn’t I try harder, etc.? I’m learning to forgive myself for that. There was nothing I could’ve done as I’d never been in that situation before. My doctors dropped the ball. I’m trying to let go of the anger.

I’m going to discuss this with my therapist on Thursday. I think it’s something that has been festering for so long. I have to get it out. I feel like I’m all over the place right now, so I will end here. 🖤

#LettingGo #ChronicIllness #PrimaryProgressiveMS #TheBedRiddenLife

Have courage and be kind.

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Go To Meeting Doctors Appointment Today!

I am ready for my appointment Mr. DeMille… I mean Dr. Nasser! 😂 I feel really good right now. My neurologist did have to cancel our FaceTime appointment today due to their computers are down. Hopefully I will get another one this week once their computers come back up. At 1 PM I have my pain management doctor appointment. And now that I know this can be done via telephone, Independence Blue Cross will be paying for me to see my doctors this way. At least until I get out of my bed! 😏 YES, they will! And yes, here’s another picture of me! LOL Feeling good today! 

Have courage and be kind!

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Suicide – It’s Time We Talk!

The dreaded “S” word. Weak, selfish, going to hell for eternal damnation… just some of the things you ‘hear’ when the word suicide comes up. None of those things are true when we talk about suicide. And we need to talk about it. A person who commits suicide is no more weak than you or I. A person who commits suicide is no more selfish than you or I. As for going to hell for eternal damnation, well, if you believe that I feel very sorry for you.

There are two things I know about writing this blog. First is that I am not a writer. I was a Business Major, no English for me. Well you know what I mean. The second thing is that I’m afraid. I am afraid of what people may think of me. But I’m also empowered, and that’s what I’m feeling by writing this blog. The people who try to or do commit suicide are in the depths of despair. They are drowning in the abyss of whatever pain has brought to their life. They feel a burden to all those they love around them and they want to try and make it better for them. In their minds they believe that by not being there that their loved ones will be inevitably happier. And yes, they want to stop their endless pain, whatever that may be. I am sure there are some reading this thinking, “What does she know about it, how can she make these statements.”  Well you see, on Mother’s Day, I tried committing suicide. And if I’m being completely honest, this wasn’t my first rodeo. So yes, it’s time we talk.

The total despair started on Friday. I’m not sure where it came from I just felt so lost and so much of a burden to my family. So I overmedicated a little bit on Friday then a little more on Saturday and on Sunday well… Monday is completely lost to me. Tuesday the vomiting started. I wasn’t sure what was happening. You see I don’t remember much of what I did I just remember looking over at my medication and realizing that 2/3 of the bottle was gone. there were over 120 pills in that bottle. So then I started piecing together what happened. The moment my daughter came in the room to comfort me as I was vomiting, was my literal wake up call. I was mortified. Then I realized it was my husband and my 27th wedding anniversary on the 8th, that I had completely forgotten about. WTF!! 

To my family it was a normal weekend with mom basically sleeping. So they had no idea what was happening. Back at the moment my daughter came in the room I realized it was time to talk. I told my husband what I thought was happening to me and that I needed help. I called my mom and told her what was going on. To my complete surprise I had called her and told her I was going to do something. She had immediately called my husband and he checked on me but he had no idea about my medication. And because sleep is my only freedom my family doesn’t try and wake me up when I am sleeping. I’m pretty sure that will change now. 😊  I guess I told her that I was writing letters to my family. And again, to my complete surprise, there were some notes on my phone. I will fast forward a little bit to Wednesday at around 5 PM. After 🤮 for two days straight and not sleeping I knew it was time to go to the hospital and get some real help. Help to stop vomiting and some mental health care help. So I made the call to 911 and went on my way to Antelope Valley Hospital.

Now here’s where the story gets, well I hate using the word but, crazy.  I arrived at the hospital anywhere between 5 – 7 PM. Time was not something I was paying attention to. The ambulance was AMR. I’m mentioning this because that’s when more despair hit as I realized I will have to fight tooth and nail with my insurance company for this trip. They do not offer ambulance service. The reason is because the companies won’t take the insurance because Independence Blue Cross does not pay, go figure. Now I’m at the hospital and a quick little story… I am on a bed in the hallway. There is a nurse using a rolling computer with no gloves, no mask, touching her face leaning on her hands etc. I was waiting for Ashton Kutcher to pop out and tell me that I just got punked!  Everyone and their mother, including myself, were wearing masks. I guess she thought she was special. 🤦🏻‍♀️

I finally get brought into the little intake room. The doctor came in and he was very pleasant. The nurse came in and she accessed my port and got anti-nausea medication started. I had a lovely little roommate at first. A 93-year-old mom of 5. She was just the sweetest little thing. She made the first part of my stay bearable. She was telling me her stories as I was vomiting into my bag. And as weird as that sounds, it was comforting and I wasn’t as scared. Finally the medication took affect. My little friend was being taken up to her room. Before she left she told me how she was 93 and she’s never been sick in her life, so why now. I explained that she’s level 93 and she’s just in for a reboot for her next 93 years. She seemed to enjoy that.

The next person brought into this tiny little room with me was an older gentleman. At that time my anxiety started. By this point I was no longer vomiting but I was having an anxiety attack. I was offered Ativan which gave me my only real relief of the evening. I was told I would be taken to an area to be observed. Basically this area was the hospital’s mental ward. Then I arrived at the green mile, my name for the green section of the hospital. I saw no psych doctor. I did speak with a psych nurse. Of course they asked me why I was there and then asked if I felt suicidal at that moment. I explained I feel suicidal pretty much every moment because of my situation, but at that exact moment in time, no. Then they asked if I felt suicidal at that moment in time how would I do it. I basically said, umm I am in the hospital now so I’ll probably grab a syringe and poke my eye out. I don’t know. 

During this time other patients are coming in. Homeless patients saying they were suicidal and/or could possibly hurt someone. I know they were homeless because people were “talking”. One person was discharged and was very upset because I guess he had nowhere to go. He then showed back up because he went and got readmitted. Seriously. Pretty smart as he/they really know how to work the system. It was just a very surreal eye-opening experience for me. As for me, at 3:51 AM I was told I was being sent home because there was no real risk with me. I can’t even begin to tell you the look on my face but I’m sure you probably know. 😳

You see I’m not on Medi-Cal through my disability. I use Independence Blue Cross through my husband’s work. They don’t pay so hospitals don’t want me. Read that again, because that’s exactly it. Now if I had been a wealthy person with a good insurance, I would’ve been put on hold. If I’d had been homeless person or someone at poverty level on government insurance I would’ve been put on hold. But I’m a nobody with crappy private insurance so I was kicked to the curb. At 5:42 AM the ambulance arrived to take me back home. They were trying to figure out who is going to pay for it. I explained to just get the ambulance that I would have to deal with my insurance company after the fact. You see there’s no way for people like me to get transport to and from hospitals with Independence Blue Cross. and, they are “out of state” so it’s at an out of network rate. So I have to appeal every single time for an in network rate. This is NOT what should be happening in the United States of America with private insurance or any insurance! 

So now, I am home. The only thing that was accomplished was I found out I have an awful bladder infection. I already knew that, bladder stones. Duh!! They gave me no mental health care help. I had to ask for mental health care resources. I got two pieces of paper with some phone numbers.  I tried to kill myself and that was the help I got. Going through the two days of hell vomiting continuously woke me up. Does that mean I will never try to hurt myself again? I don’t know. But now it’s no longer a secret. Now it’s no longer the elephant in the room. Now I can call out for help because those that love me know what I’m going through. 

I have a video call with my neurologist on Tuesday. I will be making video call appointments with my other doctors today for next week. I’m not going to be complacent anymore and allow this kind of treatment. I’m going to fight for my life and my health and my family. I’m afraid every day. I have feelings of ending my life every day. But now, after this time, I believe I will choose life every time. Can I say that with 100% certainty? No, of course not. But I will do my best to always choose life.

Have courage and be kind.