Hi everyone! That’s right, it’s time for another c/disabled megathread.
Update on the meds: they work! Quite well, actually. I feel like I’m finally functioning at a reasonable level, like I was not only getting stuff done, but I’m now able to actually effectively multitask (as much as one can lol). I’m quite happy with how it’s working, and I might not even need an SSRI at this point. If I’m getting anxiety from the meds, I’m not feeling it, because they actually reduced the amount of anxiety I have to deal with. I don’t know how (thinking ADHD-induced anxiety), but yeah, I’m a lot better than I was just last week. Quite happy for that, might actually be able to manage the end of the semester without crashing and burning this time around.
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I remember when I was a carer for the elderly there was this one devout Christian woman whose granddaughter married a trans woman. This elderly woman never stopped insulting the pair of them for it. And multiple of the old people went to church, acted all holy and then were extremely racist and homophobic the rest of the time.
Sounds about right, good grief. I’m the type to talk back to people like that, so I’m not usually the target anymore. I’ll start windmilling a mfker for talking about others in front of me. It’s the passive aggressive stuff that gets mumbled and added into conversations that got me this time. Subtle hatred is a lot more difficult to address since it’s layered.
I once had a black girl working as a carer with me and the elderly called her awful names and once she got so angry about it she threw a glass of orange juice over one old woman. The girl got fired.
It’s so unfair, the elderly just get away with it because they’re supposedly confused.
That’s so fucked up. Endless OJ on that woman in hell if it exists… Honestly that job sounds pretty awful just for dealing with the people alone.
It was difficult and could be miserable… but nowhere near as miserable as being unemployed and fighting endless benefit claims.
I hear you. You holdin up okay?
No. I’m wondering if I should go to hospital about my achilles tendon, last time this happened they put me in a plaster cast. But I have my foot surgery tomorrow. I don’t know if I can cope with one leg in a plaster cast and both feet needing daily bandage changes. How would I even shower like that? I don’t know what to do.
I’m so sorry, love.
It does seem like maybe trying to get seen by a doctor for it would be the best route if it’s causing you such pain, but I know that’s a crap-shoot with the way the system is set up where you’re at. Do you think they’d wait to cast your tendon until your surgery sites heal? Maybe having time in between would make it easier to deal with, rather than all at once. I’ve helped someone who had to wrap their entire leg in a trash bag, sealed with surgical tape, every time they had to shower/bathe while they were stuck in a cast for an injury, also had to tape saran wrap/cling wrap around a port which was time-consuming but kept the area dry (which we would sponge-clean after), dunno if that would be doable for your particular situation. I’m not the best for advice, so I apologize if I’m not helping.
Thanks. I have a physio appointment on Tuesday, I doubt they’ll really do anything but maybe they’ll at least give me crutches so I can get out a bit without using it.
Anyway I had an awful time this past 24 hours. I know this sounds weird and disgusting, but I got a weird feeling in my crotch. It felt like someone had rubbed menthol on it. At first I thought I was having an allergic reaction to a sanitary pad, so I removed the pad but the feeling didn’t go away. After hours, it spread all the way down my right leg. I googled it and it said it could be a compressed nerve and required urgent medical attention. So I went to hospital and sat there. The triage person didn’t seem to think it was very serious and looked at me like I was a weird pervert when I described how it had started in my crotch. After 5 hours of being in the waiting room there was no indication that I was going to be seen any time soon and I couldn’t stand sitting there any more so I went home. I went to bed where the feeling got worse. Today it spread into my right arm and I managed to get a GP appointment. By the time my appointment came the feeling had spread into the right side of my face and I was starting to suspect it was a migraine. The GP checked me to make sure it wasn’t a stroke and agreed it was a hemiplegic migraine. I took my migraine med and the feeling mostly subsided. Who on earth would ever think that a migraine could start in your crotch? Absolutely insane. Just when I think this condition can’t get any worse, it does.
I also had my final foot surgery this afternoon (I was wondering if I’d make it what with the other issues going on but I found out it was a migraine not a stroke just in time to go.) At least that is one problem crossed off my list.