Make. It. Stop.

Seriously…this shit needs to stop. And now.

I was perfectly fine before I had that run in with Cymbalta. The cocktail I was on was doing its job. Granted, I still had some bad days, but not like this. This is ridiculous.

Part of the issue I believe is with the Lortab. See…Lortab causes constipation which causes hard stools which causes straining which leads to both muscles spasms and the all dreaded hemorrhoids.

If you are brave, feel free to read more below…, but it ain’t pretty. You’ve been warned.

Things seem to have gotten worse in the past few days with the, let’s say…poo issues. In fact, it has gotten so bad that I have sat on the throne trying not to scream, tears freely flowing. The only time I can remember feeling that type of pain was when I had my surgery back in June. Unfreaking believable. The hemorrhoids are to the point that I can barely walk. Prep H doesn’t seem to help except to basically lubricate the area. I have been given some advise that I will definitely be heeding. The first is taking a bath in Epsom salt. Problem is, I didn’t bother to ask how much of the stuff to use. The second and most odd involves ice and a Tuck’s medicated pad. You are basically supposed to wrap a piece of ice in the Tuck’s and stick it between your cheeks. I understand it will take the swelling down and allow you to put the hemorrhoids, uh, back in. God let’s hope one of these works. Because seriously…this shit has got to stop.

But yeah, the above causes some serious muscle spasms which hurt like hell. Soma takes care of the spasms for only so long. And because of the straining everything hurts. Being hit by a train would hurt less. Needless to say, this Christmas wasn’t exactly a great one.

Oh, and I’ve figured out (I’m slow sometimes ok) that caffeine = not a good thing for me at night. I’m going to have to invest in decaf if I’m going to drink it at night. I was feeling ok until Greg made some tonight. I couldn’t have drank 1/4 cup before I started feeling light headed and not all there (shut up Danielle). So yeah…there goes that.

I’m also celebrating 6 months of being smoke free. Go me.

It’s also been 3 months since the stroke. Jesus that’s hard to believe. There are times when I still have my self proclaimed pity parties about my vision, but Greg pulls me out of those rather fast.

I’m through bitching…for now.