dazdnconfuzled
New member
- Joined
- May 29, 2014
- Messages
- 4
- Reason
- DX FIBRO
- Diagnosis
- 05/2014
- Country
- US
- State
- NY
I am probably going to sound like I am rambling, so I apologize in advance, I just need to get this off my chest.
Let me start with background... I have been suffering silently with this for many, many years. A couple of years ago I couldn't take it anymore when after work every day I would cry in pain the whole way home (28 miles), and had the doctor take me out of work. Of course I didn't have an easy job, but I liked it. Worked for Wegmans unloading the meat delivery and putting it away(average of 40-50 pounds with some boxes 75+). Went in to work at 5-6 am and was out by noon, and had plenty of time to do farm work, clean stalls, etc. I am on a Fentanyl patch and Oxycodone for the pain, and it didn't even touch it. I also take Bupoprian, Trazadone (for sleep), and now I am on Prozac. Dr. wants me to go on Cymbalta or Lyrica but both are soooo expensive, we have a high deductible health plan. And I have sleep Apnea, wear a C-Pap machine every night, and still can't sleep with the Trazadone because of the pain. I have Spinal Stenosis, so I have had back pain for a while. I started out complaining about the back pain 5+ years ago, but had no idea about how to bring up that I hurt everywhere. So we were just trying to treat back pain, depression, insomnia, GERD...
So here are some of the incidents... We have 8 horses at home, with 3 horses that are used for lessons, that are at the barn where my daughter teaches. I was helping her clean stalls, when I got overheated, and had what I figured was a slight overdose from the fentanyl patch, got nauseous, light headed, heavy breathing, threw up. So I told her how I felt, and she basically just said I shouldn't take the pain killers, no sympathy that I didn't feel good at all. When I got my fibro diagnosis, I had an idiot for a rheumatologist. I had gone in there with the hope that I would be on my way to feeling better. She gave me the diagnosis, and then told me no pill would fix me and that all my problems would be solved if I lost 50 pounds. So I was very depressed that day (more than usual). My husband felt that because I was so depressed he needed to hide the bullets. He didn't tell me this until about a week later. I thought it was kinda sweet that he worried about me, but funny at the same time cuz suicide is not something that I would ever do. I attempted to tell her what he did, and she blew up at me and she said "sure, just go kill yourself, how stupid". Not anything like, what would have mad him think that or why were you so depressed. Then a few days ago, I found out what she really thinks. She has no clue why I don't work. She was angry and didn't know why I couldn't work doing a desk job if my back hurt (like I would willingly put my family in this financial situation). I should be able to work part time on the computer at home or something (has anyone found a legitimate at home job with flexible hours to cater to my flare ups, brain fog, pain, can't sit, can't stand, can't walk too far) And pretty much her view of me is that I am a lazy pill popping junkie.
I think she needs to wake up and realize that mom can't do everything for her anymore the way I used to. Oh did I mention she is 25.
Sorry, just had to vent on this one. I don't have anywhere else to turn. No one understands. How do you explain to someone why you physically can't get in that tractor and cut hay today(actually this was yesterday).
Thanks for listening,
Cathi
Let me start with background... I have been suffering silently with this for many, many years. A couple of years ago I couldn't take it anymore when after work every day I would cry in pain the whole way home (28 miles), and had the doctor take me out of work. Of course I didn't have an easy job, but I liked it. Worked for Wegmans unloading the meat delivery and putting it away(average of 40-50 pounds with some boxes 75+). Went in to work at 5-6 am and was out by noon, and had plenty of time to do farm work, clean stalls, etc. I am on a Fentanyl patch and Oxycodone for the pain, and it didn't even touch it. I also take Bupoprian, Trazadone (for sleep), and now I am on Prozac. Dr. wants me to go on Cymbalta or Lyrica but both are soooo expensive, we have a high deductible health plan. And I have sleep Apnea, wear a C-Pap machine every night, and still can't sleep with the Trazadone because of the pain. I have Spinal Stenosis, so I have had back pain for a while. I started out complaining about the back pain 5+ years ago, but had no idea about how to bring up that I hurt everywhere. So we were just trying to treat back pain, depression, insomnia, GERD...
So here are some of the incidents... We have 8 horses at home, with 3 horses that are used for lessons, that are at the barn where my daughter teaches. I was helping her clean stalls, when I got overheated, and had what I figured was a slight overdose from the fentanyl patch, got nauseous, light headed, heavy breathing, threw up. So I told her how I felt, and she basically just said I shouldn't take the pain killers, no sympathy that I didn't feel good at all. When I got my fibro diagnosis, I had an idiot for a rheumatologist. I had gone in there with the hope that I would be on my way to feeling better. She gave me the diagnosis, and then told me no pill would fix me and that all my problems would be solved if I lost 50 pounds. So I was very depressed that day (more than usual). My husband felt that because I was so depressed he needed to hide the bullets. He didn't tell me this until about a week later. I thought it was kinda sweet that he worried about me, but funny at the same time cuz suicide is not something that I would ever do. I attempted to tell her what he did, and she blew up at me and she said "sure, just go kill yourself, how stupid". Not anything like, what would have mad him think that or why were you so depressed. Then a few days ago, I found out what she really thinks. She has no clue why I don't work. She was angry and didn't know why I couldn't work doing a desk job if my back hurt (like I would willingly put my family in this financial situation). I should be able to work part time on the computer at home or something (has anyone found a legitimate at home job with flexible hours to cater to my flare ups, brain fog, pain, can't sit, can't stand, can't walk too far) And pretty much her view of me is that I am a lazy pill popping junkie.
I think she needs to wake up and realize that mom can't do everything for her anymore the way I used to. Oh did I mention she is 25.
Sorry, just had to vent on this one. I don't have anywhere else to turn. No one understands. How do you explain to someone why you physically can't get in that tractor and cut hay today(actually this was yesterday).
Thanks for listening,
Cathi