Pain, pain, go away

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Hey everybody,

So I have done a lot in the last couple weeks.

I went to New York: great time, lots to see, so much walking.

I went skiing for the first time in over a year: lasted about an hour but had lots of fun.

Spent a day in Toronto: again, lots of walking but a great time.

But busyness has caught up with me and my hips are screaming at me to stop. This morning they were at about a 9.25 on the pain scale? It was a miracle I could walk to the bathroom and back to my bed.

Thanks to toradol and bed rest I am doing better now, but still in pain.

I spend a lot of time crying. And worrying about the future. What if I can never hold a job because of this?  What if this makes me a terrible mother if I can even be a mother?

The future and the pain cause the tears to flow. I feel like a complete burden on my wonderful boyfriend who tries so hard to help.

I go to physio once a week to do soft tissue work and help me stretch out my hips, which seems to help.


On another topic, I start my outpatient program tomorrow at the hospital.  I am really hoping it is not nearly as awful as the inpatient program was.

It is almost fitting I start tomorrow, as tomorrow is Bell Lets Talk day.  I know a lot of people have some reservations about this day but I think mental health needs all the awareness it can get a the money donated by Bell is crucial.  There are not nearly enough resources for the mentally ill as there should be, and psychologist appointments can be extremely costly.

Please send out at least one tweet with #BellLetsTalk, you may save someone's life.

Anyway, that's all for today, hope you all stay safe in the ice and snow.

Jess


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