This past week has been horrible, JU. Thing is, it's been my own doing. Well, mostly my own doing.
I did something that was, in retrospect, pretty stupid.
I flushed all my pain meds. All of them. I had this surgery so that I could NOT have to take meds anymore, yet here I am 2 months later still finding myself in pain and needing to take them. I didn't like that, and I started to question my reasoning for taking them. I had a physical dependency once before and I know how fucking horrible it is....and I really don't want to go there again. I over-thought, freaked myself out a little, and on the spur of the moment flushed all of them down the loo.
I shouldn't have done that. The last time I saw the surgeon I mentioned that I was worried about still being in pain, and he said that it takes some time to get over this surgery. "Rome wasn't built in a day" he said, and I know that, but.....his office seems to be a little too free-handed with the prescription pad, and that worries me. They offered me demerol to take at home after the surgery, without my even seeing the doctor. That's not good. Not at all. (I said "no thanks", btw. That's a road I'm not willing to walk down.)
So, now I have nothing stronger than pyroxicam, which I don't like taking because it gives me horrible heartburn. So, I'm going to go see my family doc tomorrow. Larry knows me pretty well, he and I have had conversations about pain meds and their dangers in the past. I'm going to explain my concerns about the surgeon's office, tell him what I did last week, and see what he thinks we should do. I'd rather get medications from him than from the surgeon...at least I have some continuity of care, at least he's seeing me before he prescribes for me.
I'm scared, and I'm going to tell him that. I'm not addicted, but I can see how I could easily be. I want him to help me...no, I NEED him to help me. I need him to tell me that he's going to work with me and find a way to control my pain adequately without getting me hooked on anything. I've always viewed my relationship with him as a partnership - both of us have my best interests at heart - and I need him to be my wingman on this.
So, I've been in a bit of turmoil because of that, and then my stress levels went up even more with the news that my birth mother was alive and well. I never thought that I'd find her....I honestly thought she was dead. But, shes not. Finding her has made me questions a LOT of things. Having a relationship with her scares the bejesus out of me, and I don't really know why. Perhaps it's because it's a disruption to this cosy little nest that I've created for myself. Maybe I'm afraid that she will cause the walls I've built to come crumbling down.....I might find that there are things in my heritage that I don't like. I might not even like her. Worse still.....she might not want to know me. I don't know why that bothers me so much. Perhaps I'm afraid of rejection....but how can rejection by a person I don't know have such an effect on me?
It's been a rough week, y'all. I'm sorry if I've been a little short with any of you...I've been a little short and downright mean to a lot of people this week. It hasn't been their fault, it's been me. I'm just overwrought and overtired, I've been thinking too hard and I've burnt myself out.
Buddhism teaches us to view life and things that come with it as an ocean and ourselves as surfers. Sometimes we get easy riding waves, waves that we can soul-surf our way to shore on. Other times we get 7-footers, nasty, choppy sets that we really have to hang ten on and fight to keep from falling off our boards.
I've had a combination of both. But hey, sometimes hanging ten can be fun....right?