Hi. My name is Vanessa, and I'm an addict.
I have never been addicted to anything in my life before; now at 52 my pain level is so high my only escape is finding things to watch on the internet to escape my pain.
My limitations for pain killers are tight from doctors, so it keeps me just on the edge of pain relief for my back and body pain. Lived that way for a long time so I wasn't sleeping my life away. Now with TN it's over the top for the past year and days are filled with either a TN attack or migraine.
When I try to do something productive it hurts to distraction and depression. Can't even cry since it hurts to do that.
Dishes to do, laundry to put away, but one more show and I will do it. After a nap maybe. Living on the couch (not even a couch, it's a loveseat so my calves and feet hang off) is my only relief for some reason, my cat now owns the bed.
No one wants to hear about it, friends, family... They have no answers so they don't want to know what hell I am in; and kind of understand, wish I didn't know either.
Now that I'm approaching moving 3 hours away trying to clean out the apartment to move seems easy enough, pack a bit here, goodwill there... But it would mean getting off the couch.
It's all planned out on notes and in my head just right, but I would have to wait until this episode ends, and maybe watch the movie I just found. Then after a nap. Well, it's 3am, so in the morning...
And the next day starts.
I see my neurologist today and as always there is never anything new or something else I can do. Winter in the midwest right now is brutal, 4 below and dreading going out. Maybe I should reschedule and see if there is a series on Netflix I haven't seen yet...