For the first 2-3 minutes of this morning I was happy. Laying in bed stretching and cuddling pillows. Then I slowly woke up and began to relive the events of the past few months. So I began to cry. This wasn't a one or 2 tears ordeal. this was an ugly cry, snot bubbles and all. Since being diagnosed I've put on a brave face. I've gone to work to my own detriment. I've dealt with a neurologist who saw me as an unfortunate annoyance. Someone to ignore. I can't count the amount of times I've called her in tears begging for help to be completely ignored.
I've dealt with co-workers asking why I don't just go on disability, making blatant fun of me and forcing me to do tasks out of my scope that triggers my TN.
But none of that compares to what I'm facing now.
I love my family. I really do. But this is just unbelievable.
For the past 4 days I've cried almost non stop. Some days I feel so isolated. I wish there was a way to make them understand. Or to make them chose to understand.
I've asked my immediate family to read sections of striking back. Not going to happen, the books been here for a month and not a single page has been read.
At the height of my worst attacks I was told to "Work through the pain", and to "stop being so lazy".
Now these are the medications and dosages that I'm on :
Carbamazipine: 400 mg x twice a day
Lyrica: 300 mg x twice a day
Baclofen 15mg x 3 a day.
But I'm supposed to fight through it. Fight through the complete disconnect between my thoughts and the expression of them, Fight through the inability to focus on anything longer then 30 seconds. Fight through the nausea, the delayed cognition and being constantly high out of my gord.
At my former job I had customers call me stupid, and other workers tell me that work isn't a place for "recreational" drug users.
FIGHT THROUGH IT.
I fought for my surgical referral. I've finally gotten it. I spoke to the Drs nurse and we are getting the wheels going.
I was thrilled. I still am in a way. Finally I can take a break from fighting all the time. Finally I have a shot at going back to school and opening up a start up.
My family took to it well it seemed. My mother was all tears at first. "I don't want someone messing around inside of your skull." So we talked. I showed her literature to support my choice. I lead her to online resources.
The conversation has always led to the conclusion that she would be the one to go with me to surgery. No questions asked.
Yesterday I was home with her new(ish) husband. I like the guy, he makes her happy and seems to be very intelligent in some ways. I brought up the 2 or 3 issues I was having in terms of planning and his response:
"GO BY YOURSELF". you don't need anyone there, Its not like a major surgery.
I thought he was joking. Nope. I brought it up to my mother some hours later. her response was the same. She would no longer come with and I should just "Man up" and go by myself.
Something inside of me finally just broke and I spent the entire evening in tears. I was told to get out and so I'm looking for flights back to "where I came from".
I have never felt this alone, depressed and hurt in my entire life.
I guess I'll just have to keep fighting...