monday catch-up

friday i got into my swimsuit and got into the water. it was of course, glorious. i intend to get into the water again.

this is my local public pool. it is free, indoors, and super clean, but the locker room is a little creepy. when you get out of the shower (there are only 2), anybody who just walks in can see you in all your glory. so i either need a small robe (bulky!), or will have to use these uber-large tee shirts (also a bit bulky). and will be colder than i like in the winter, but swimming in the winter is so cold anyway. perhaps i can request that they put up a curtain to separate the shower area from the locker room?

i enjoy going places FROM the gym. i don’t like to go home and shower. but. we will see. i am also a little creeped out because there is no real security like there is at the Y, but i suspect i am being paranoid.

i have been waking with an upset sour-y stomach these past few days. i suspect it is TOO MANY GRAPES. but could be the changes in my diet. i am eating less bread and more other things like cereal, fruit, noodles. and tomatoes. tomatoes could also be an issue.

but about these grapes! i miss the Sumos SO much and am trying to replace them with something. and apple season is a long way off. i am trying kiwis as well. and is there another orange that would fit the bill? i doubt it. Sumos are utterly unique.

i am discontinuing certain medications that i have been taking for a long time, specifically Lamictal and Gabapentin. The Lamictal I discussed with my shrink. I am down to 1 pill at night which means I cut out the morning dose and have halved the nighttime dose.

i believe this may be why grapes suddenly seemed like miracles and why i felt high almost HIGH. we went to supper with a friend and he mentioned my energy energy and i dampened myself.

and was fine. was FINE. that is the difference with the DBT (dialectical behavior therapy). i am developing a greasy duck’s back. things are flowing off of me. this is a new ability. letting things go instead of letting them fester. i am learning the difference between major things and minor things.

(but as always, i must be wary and tread carefully in the matters of my quirky brain and keep a not-too weather eye on the ole mood)

but i am just going to get OFF the Gabapentin. period. it is a mind-altering drug and i don’t want to take it anymore. after my knee replacement in 2019, i developed a condition–CRPS–complex regional pain syndrome. this was so painful that i could barely tolerate anything touching the area below my knee. it was like having shingles again–even the brush of a breeze was intolerable.

so they put me on Gabapentin and i got better. but i also became…dependent on this drug? convinced that i would be in so much pain if i stopped it? and it has seemed this way in the past when i cut the dose to more than what i was taking a week ago. (well, it’s not been a whole week yet) in any case, i have halved the dose down and i will wait a couple weeks to do it again. (this is also okay. i have discussed this with my pain doc in the past and i am tapering) best not to think too much about it. i am keeping careful records of these med changes.

and about pain pills–both times with my knee replacements, i took oxycodone. but at a certain point, usually after 3-4 weeks (that long?) i had to just stop the painkiller because it MADE THINGS worse. more medicine = more pain. i go to the pain clinic because of chronic pain, but i do not want to be on Gabapentin, which is an EVERYDAY all the time drug. i have oxy and muscle relaxers that i can take as needed, not all the time. so, it is time to move on from Gabapentin. (it is also a controlled substance and while having controls like valium or oxy is weird, having Gabapentin, which you cannot skip or miss doses, is another thing altogether)

i have bursitis in my hips. this can be very painful. i am “supposed” to do PT exercises for this, but i haven’t been. when i originally got these exercises from PT, they hurt my knees too much. but now that i am more active, MUCH more active, they don’t hurt my knees, but i still hate them. so i have discovered the one thing that seems to keep things at bay–stretching out my leg with a rigid strap–

i do this in the recliner. getting into the floor is just a pain. a LITERAL pain. in any case, this stretch is highly effective.

my migraines are returning. it is almost time for BOTOX and i realized Saturday that with all the stress these last couple months, i forgot to follow up with my neurology clinic about getting the drug approved. i am calling this morning ASAP. i hope i’m not SOL. please, please, please.

i have some tests today–an echo of my heart and a scan of my leg. i think that’s the order/type. these are likely completely unnecessary, but better safe than sorry when you’ve got great insurance.

it’s time to make breakfast. i think i’ll have cream of wheat and canadian bacon. as always, i will cook eggs and bacon for Dale.

toodles,

~r.

Rebecca Cook lives in Chattanooga, TN. She grew up in North Georgia on a farm in Wood Station. She is a writer and visual artist, a writing teacher, an editor, and she has been known to preach in her local church, Grace Episcopal. She is a mom, a wife, and a homemaker/cook at present as she no longer works outside the home. She took her MA in English Literature (UTC), her MA in Rhetoric and Writing (UTC), and MFA in Creative Writing,--poetry, creative nonfiction, (Vermont College). She has published prose and poetry widely across the internet and in print magazines and journals.