Pain, pain, and more pain

So something that I was going to once post that I never got around to, but I have maybe touched upon, is that my back pain is not being treated... I am seeing a pain doctor, though. Before I went to see him I had looked online and found better reviews on Yelp and other sites... not this site...  Some reviews:

"Literally went in there for about 3 minutes, didn't really say anything to me, and charged me $276. And all he did was write me a prescription for ibuprofen.....Really!! And yes, his wife is very rude."

"I went to this office and let me tell you... his wife who is also the office manager is the most horrible person I met in a long time. She doesn't sympathize or understand a patient's perspective. All she thinks is that we're there for pills, pills, and pills. It's called pain, wench. The scheduling girls are nice but I feel bad for them working under her. And billing... let's not get started on that sad excuse. Don't go here!"

"I saw him for a total of 5 minutes and he charged $780.00. Did not give my a script or anything, just talk. When I walked into the waiting room I felt like I was in another country. Yes, his wife is very rude and the staff is uneducated and could care less."

"I had been in such horrible pain for so long, I thought that was how it was suppose to be. Then he came along and told me otherwise...yet he could never take away my pain!! But he would only give me either pain pills or nerve blocks, nothing else. If I showed up with a smile on my face, to him I must be all better, no not really just trying to fake it till I make it. They go through front office staff like crazy! You either love him or hate him.. Good luck!"

Were some of the reviews that I read.... and they sound about right. I have no idea who his wife is... I have no idea who would want to marry him to be honest, he is a very cold man who doesn't seem to care about much. I've been crying in pain and he doesn't seem to even bat an eye about it... Maybe one of the women is a trophy wife in it for the money, I couldn't imagine another reason to be honest... or some arrangement from his home country?? All of the staff that I've dealt with is usually super kind and nice and understanding, at least to me, but reading the reviews that are upset at the staff, they all mention money--none of the reviews that fail to mention staff mention the cost of their bills much- I have a feeling that it might be connected. If you get upset and bitch about your bill-that might cause someone to not be polite to you, lol.... but anyway, my dealing with the doctor hasn't been the best. So I will put my own review down here, plus a little more explanation in it:

He was willing to give me trigger point injections to treat my chronic pain (Injections right into the spinal column to help pain) -which no other doctor was... This was part of what kept me going to him for several months- but after 6 months of seeing him he has wanting to lower my pain meds- A LOT. This is understandable with the "opioid epidemic" but today (April 2nd) leaving his office I collapsed in pain, unable to walk and strangers had to help carry me to the car I was in (which was right by the drive.) [Yes, I couldn't manage to walk something like 12 feet... first people were concerned and standing around me and then they lifted and carried me to the vehicle. They even wanted first to call paramedics, but I had to convince them that I was fine, before I began to sob too much to speak. My friend had to thank them for me. He even told them that I had just seen the doctor. One of them even asked why the doctor hadn't helped me... heh]

I am constantly in pain, which is ok, the meds just lower how bad my pain is, and Dr. Kumar refuses to even talk to me about changing medications to even something perhaps non-narcotic. (I tried to bring it up again today and failed.) Today he upped one med and took me off another which will leave me doped up when I become in severe agony, and I'm not sure I want to treat my pain because of this. (He literally told me to simply take 2 Norco when I'm in pain... take more Norcos... sometimes I am taking 4 a day, it is ridiculous.) Not taking the meds will cause high blood pressure and organ damage if I don't treat my pain.

*update* 2 mo later- I guess someone reported a complaint I made to her to the doctor- now he gave me a new non-narc and is KINDA listening to me in visits. It took 6 months of me SUFFERING and him hearing about me finally getting a recommendation for a new doctor to actually offer me treatment. He's going to try a new procedure, too... it shouldn't take 6 months of ignoring me and what happened 2 months ago to get help. I'm feeling much better than 2 months ago- I haven't collapsed again--but I am taking a ridiculous amount of Norco that I'm sleeping all the time...

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I hope that the higher Lyrica dosage helps my pain. It is sad that it took the fear of losing my money for him to a little more than half ass give me proper treatment in office. The procedure that is upcoming in two weeks is a spinal nerve cauterization Google says 30-50% have some success.... and this success often it has to be redone in 2 years. There can be side-effects, but it often is minimal. I am a bit nervous- mostly that it won't work, though.



"I said at the time I would never have it done again because the pain afterwards was so intense and I'm not sure it helped at all. Well, given that I want to avoid more surgery at all cost, it looks like I'm going to have to do this again. I'm scared.""

"For 5 days afterwards ( except the first day and a half with the numbing agent) the pain was so bad I could not sleep, eat or keep down liquids as I was in so much excruciating pain and was put on even more meds to help control the dry heave vomiting."

" this procedure CAN make your pain level much worse (if done incorrectly and the targeted nerve is damaged) and it 100% WILL make your level of pain worse before making it any better (1-2 months before experiencing any relief)."

That makes me a bit nervous though... cause apparently it can be super painful...... And for a lot of people it apparently doesn't help either, so it might just make my pain worse-for nothing. Some, though, have had help from the procedure, so I am willing to try it at least once. I am looking forward to the procedure and hoping for relief.

What really doesn't help matters is that I broke a filling somehow and a dentist is claiming that I now need a root canal because of it... I really don't know how this figures except perhaps that they want money. I suppose I should seek a second opinion, but because it did manage to get infected it might actually be too late.

I didn't notice that the filling was broken immediately-so the tooth got into a bad shape and became inflame and infected. They did an X-ray and the first dentist at the clinic I saw said that I might actually only need a filling, but it might be a root canal... but when I saw the dentist who took Medicaid the next day he immediately said that I would need a root canal and didn't seem interested in listening to me... like the fact that I told him that I was on Norco and he said that he'd give me more narcotics after surgery-WOAH! And he was telling me to take Motrin, and I tried to explain to him how I couldn't take it, I am already on an NSAID that is prescribed, and he refused to listen and told me to take Motrin anyway, 6 times a day, 2 of them... which would destroy my liver... oh and 500mg of Tylenol, too, 6 times a day-when I am also on Norco which has it in it--I mean, I already have liver issues-this guy just wants me to end up in the hospital with it failing it seems. Anyway I finally just said I would take the two meds, knowing that I wouldn't... And when they told me that Medi-cal would pay for a root-canal, it turns out that wasn't quite true.

So I called a second dental clinic and they told me something interesting. Medi-cal only pays $200 of the $1500 a root canal costs... That's not quite paying for it. And it also turns out that there was an even bigger thing that the doctors didn't tell me at the first clinic-- you need a post and crown when you get a root canal, and that's not included in that $1500. Apparently that costs at least an additional $1100 at the second clinic that I called and Medi-cal will not pay a dime for some reason--despite that this is something you need with a root canal.... why pay for any of it at all?? So I need $2400.

My jaw is so bad that I am having problems eating solid foods. If anything lands back there I have insane pain that lingers for at least an hour. When I lay my head down, it hurts... which makes sleep even more difficult than it already has been. I already have insomnia, now it's even worse. I can't even lie down without my jaw killing me. I can't sit upright without my back killing me. (Standing is worse.) I am exhausted and desperate. I have no money. I don't have much of a support system.

My friends keep citing that at least I have them...as they walk out the door I cannot help but feel alone. They aren't really close friends. I don't have many people who would come over and spend time with me. Suicide is looking like a dear friend as the pain becomes more and more intense as the days drag on longer. When I manage to fall asleep I stay asleep as I'm afraid I will harm myself more than I have. I beat my leg senseless in desperation the other day in the dentist's office because I didn't have a weapon other than my cane. The deep purple bruises mar my pale skin and I can't help but think I wish I'd done more harm. It's a good thing that I live on the first floor of my building.

I really just want the pain to stop. A friend, who is more acquaintance, suggested thinking of things that make you happy when the pain gets to you, but when I try to think of things that make me happy, things that I want to live for, I can't. Those things that USED to make me happy, that I USED to want to live for, they aren't there anymore. Those people don't seem to care anymore. I can no longer manage to read books. I can no longer manage to play video games. I can no longer manage to write.... I can no longer manage to do ANYTHING without such severe agony in my jaw and back.... the back pain has only gotten better because I down so many Norcos, leaving me in a haze, when I do... it's not a fun thing. I just don't want to be alone anymore. Maybe if I weren't alone I could manage this a couple more weeks to the procedure, but I'm struggling.... I just have to make it till then.....

Maladaptive Daydreams and Drugs

So it's been a while since I posted, and not much has changed...

As I write this I am again surrounded by people and I feel isolated.

I discovered something called Maladaptive Daydreaming and I fit many of the symptoms. I often want to slip into a daydream than to sit in my reality, but I'm not sure if it's because of suffer from such a condition like this or that I am just so out of place in my life that I cope as such...  Some of the descriptions I don't fit, but some of them fit like a glove and would describe why my life seems to literally be drifting away.

I can spend hours daydreaming up things, ideas, stories, just lying and imagining away. To be honest I often rather be doing this than dealing with people because I just feel that I cannot fit in with the people around me, especially as I am sitting here... The guys around me are talking about flipping through porn channels... I mean... I literally cannot contribute to this conversation as I have never looked at porn channels. It is making me uncomfortable and slightly disgusted. Then they switch to talking about soccer... I mean it makes little sense to me. Porn to soccer... I'd rather daydream, it's much happier.

But the correlation to Maladaptive Daydreams and like sounds or images, I don't really get. Topics of conversation maybe push me into it, sure, but sounds, images, or smells, just seems bizarre to me.

I do have trouble doing things during the day though. Often I would rather just sit or lie down and daydream than cook a meal. I rather imagine things than try to get up and exercise, risking extreme pain due to my severe injury/disability. I mean cooking, cleaning, trying to exercise or walk a littler, these things are often very painful, I much rather just rest and daydream than risk such pain... Ugh...

I do suffer from insomnia, ADHD, and depression. But I don't really know what came first, daydreams or these things. I'd say first came the insomnia when I was 5. When I have insomnia often I will sit empty-minded, trying to sleep... for hours often, so I don't always have daydreams interfering with sleep... Though sometimes they do.

As a writer the daydreams often involve those ideas that I am wishing to put into words. Most every word that I have written has first been plotted out in my head as a daydream, and several different ideas and plot lines have been explored... Divergent plot lines thought out before I settle upon what I like or what works best, but all worked out in a daydream, in an environment with details almost life-like... It does become addictive at times, though.

Daydreaming is an escape from the depression and loneliness I feel as I sit here alone, surrounded by people. 

Even as I try to get into dating again, I feel like it is a joke, a pathetic parody.

A wonderful, kind, sweet guy that agreed that he wanted to "date" me, rarely gets back to me... It is obvious that his interest is little, despite his claims to otherwise. He says he wants to get together and see me, but any date set up, it falls apart.

So I finally set up a date with a girl that I've flirted with the idea of going out with her before... We are very different, but I really, really, like who she is. I LIKE her. I only fear that our wide differences will drive us apart, but we get along very well... I tried to go on a date with her before, but I admit that I chickened out... So now I will try again. She is so far left that she wishes to stifle free speech, which I am against. She is supporting of communist ideas, which I am against... So only need to keep politics away, despite that I am very political, hehehe.

Speaking of politics, one thing that has been bugging me, and perhaps pushing me to the edge, my pain... I suffer from extreme pain, all the time. My spinal injury causes me pain and my back doctor decided to remove me from Dilaudid and doubled the amount of Norco that he was giving me, despite that I usually take Dilaudid for severe pain and Norco for moderate to severe pain.

Without Dilaudid the doctor told me to just take more Norco...which hasn't been helping, much to my suffering and to no surprise on my part. I told him that I didn't think that it was a good idea. He eventually put me on Lyrica, which I have been on for 9 days... Which I might have some lessened pain, but during this time I also went off Nuerontin for a bit, which made my pain flare up... It can take 2-4 weeks to kick in fully--so I am waiting to see how I am after being on it and Nuerontin for at least 2-3 week mark. So far I am feeling less pain, but I am constantly sleeping and unable to get up because if I do I am in agony because I don't have Dilaudid for my severe pain and I am taking 4-5 Norco when I actually go and do things like shopping for groceries... It has become ridiculous.

Meanwhile everyone is crying wolf and claiming that we have an epidemic that is entirely the fault of drug companies... As if doctors never prescribe too much meds to a patient and patients never knowingly take too much. The really horrible thing is that if you read articles you can see things like people admitting casually like "Yeah so I know I was supposed to take Norco 3 times a day, but I decided to take it 8 times a day"....and people wonder how that person began to abuse other drugs like heroin????? The person says it wasn't for pain either, it was just because it "felt good"... And it's in article after article that I read people admitting to taking more than they need. I will make a separate blog later linking them, cause it's sickening. It's PEOPLE, not drug companies. If people are CHOOSING to get high, there isn't much we can do to stop them. They'd go on the street and pick up cocaine or heroin if they really wanted it... opioid pills already in their possession are just easier unfortunately. Some people are actual victims, but the majority are not.. they are just junkies who have chosen to become addicts. When I have gone to Narcotics Anonymous, most of them will admit that they actually are not powerless victims, that they made choices and continually make the choice not to use again, sounds pretty much like they're in control of their actions to me.

Also a lot has to do with a mix of illegal drugs and RX. So a lot of the people who are sick and dying aren't even suffering from RX meds, they are using street drugs. Also fentanyl, which is a hugely popular drug, a lot of it that's being abused is coming from the street, from China and Mexico. So yes, totally the drug companies despite that it's the street and human being's individual choices doing this. Suing companies will stop people from going to drug dealers.

Wanting to make opioid pain killers cost more, limiting the amount that will be released each year and other ridiculous measure are just making me so sick... Because it will harm the real people who need them... People with chronic pain and people with acute pain from surgery or maybe those dying... What are we going to do?? I mean, my blood pressure soars when I am in pain, my pulse races, and I sob and cry. I cannot function. I collapse to the floor and I can't move. I literally need pain medication and people want to get these things off the market because people are CHOOSING to abuse these things. 

The final straw came for me when I saw this article about Nuerontin. They are now claiming that gabapentin (generic name) is a "cheap" opioid alternative for abuse to get high. First even at super high doses I have never gotten a high on this. At high doses this med has only inhibited my motor functions, made me dizzy, made it hard to move my legs at times, and made my thinking difficult. Also it is super expensive compared to opioids. Opioid generics are cents per pill compared to gabapentin which is over $1 per pill generic... When I had to buy it without insurance I cried that I could only afford a fraction of what I needed at the time... It seems like people are trying to get rid of anything that gets rid of pain... I mean glue, sharpies, dry erase markers, white out, gasoline, paint thinner, and a slew of other things get you high, too---Why are people not so up in arms about these things?!!!

A Hollow Realization

It's after physical therapy and shopping for groceries. I am exhausted and tired. Sore and in pain... But I realize that I feel like I am on auto-pilot. It's like I am empty of emotions. I don't know if it is that I've been trying too hard to feel things, or if that the feelings that I lately would have felt would have been bad that I shut them off... The troubling thing is that I've been on this empty shell program mode for a while- and I didn't even notice it.

I shut out my emotions a lot. PTSD does that to people who have been grievously harmed in the past. Sometimes it is just easier to not feel anything than to risk a glimmer of a good emotion mixed with things that might be a chance. I am sitting here and writing this and I only just realize that I've been automatically been shutting myself off whenever I might have been close to someone... No wonder I've been single for years. (Not necessarily complaining though.)

Recently, as I mentioned before, my ex showed up in my life and I realized that I really missed that close connection that I had with another person. I missed that sweet, kind, relationship. Because I was wounded so deeply when he left me, I've shut myself off when I might get close to others... There is a point that I can be open and enjoy myself and them. I will feel close and happy. I can keep myself unsheltered to an extent, but as soon as I see something that scares me I immediately turn myself off. I just never really realized it until right this moment.

I seem to wander about like an empty wreck of a person, just floating around, lost. I suppose that I could be okay with life like this, because it saves me the pain of rejection. Myself, I can't even tell if there's anything left inside myself anymore. Is there anything in there? Is it only just the pain and the injuries and wounds?

--One note, the doctor did adjust my psych meds... Maybe I'll change my mind later.

Resolution and Nostalgia

I've only had three boyfriends. As I dated, they improved. The first one was very violent physically and sexually. He was controlling, and to this day I am concerned to let my actual identity and location be known due to safety concerns. The second guy I dated was controlling and threatened acts of violence indirectly by harming objects and even our dog and then blaming me. He was also sexually violent to me...

But then, my third boyfriend, he was nice to me. He was kind and sweet, and even bought me things. Usually I had to be the one buying shit for guys I dated. 

I guess because he was so nice, that third really stuck in my heart easily and for so long. Last night though, I got confirmation that a friend was wrong. A friend said that he'd probably been avoiding me because he wasn't over me. He is though, and I thought that any feelings I had for him were long gone away... Yet, seeing him and hearing his voice, it dredges up memories that make my heart want to break.

Because of all of this I do have to question, is it him, or is it the nostalgia of the feelings? I mean, it's been years that I've been single, and he's not crossed my thoughts even as frequently as a weekly or even monthly basis, I don't think. Unless something happened to remind me of him, I really didn't think about him. I suppose I really am missing what it was that I had with him...

For years I had always questioned why friends, and even family, would return to unhealthy and terrible relationships, and suddenly I think I understand why. Maybe they long for the person so hard because they are chasing after those strong feelings... They cannot separate the feelings of love and contentment that happen, mixed with pain and suffering, away from the person. So many people don't realize that it isn't the person, it's the feelings that you are chasing.

To be completely honest, I question if I can have such strong feelings with someone else, but I am quite a pessimist. I'm looking at things from a logical and cold point of view. There is nothing to go back to, there for what I really miss was what was there, and that was the feelings and happiness. If there is anything in this world I've always wanted, it was happiness. Forever, whenever anyone asked me what I would want if I could have anything, I've always answered happiness, because it's been such a fleeting thing in my life.

Because of my past, I also wonder if I can even find someone that I would be content with, too. I have strong points of view and values that I would want someone I care about to share to some extent. I'd need someone who is not jealous and is alright with me gaming... and I'd need someone who is okay that I'm disabled and everything that comes with it... it's lost me two boyfriends now, even if one was terrible.

My life was probably meant to take so many other turns and I just wish I knew why it took the turns that it did. My father seemed to spoil my chance to be an adult, right off the bat... mostly by ruining my junior and senior year. I've faced starving, homelessness (a few times), disability, being unable to walk, suicide attempts and survivals, and so much more... It's all made me stronger, but I wish I could maybe not be alone for a while.. yet at the same time I wonder if I'm ready. It's stupid really. I'm so lonely, but I'm surrounded by people. It's always seemed to be this way for most of my life. I'm screaming loudly, but no body notices.

Users And Growing As A Person

Well... I don't blog often, but when I do, I always seem to have a reason.

I friend of mine, whom if reads this I really don't mind, told me about some quite scummy stuff that he did recently. Things within weeks of when I write this. What was worst about it, he was trying to shift the blame off himself, as if he did not have a choice, or that he did the lesser of two evils, or even a favor to the poor girl involved. I was quite horrified at the tale, and I could perhaps forgiven the action, but the way he shifted blame instead of owning up to it like, 'Yeah, wow, that was a bad decision,' it really shone a light into the sort of human being that he is.

[[ [[Added days after:]] Allen and I spoke of the subject and said that the girl was taking advantage of Mason… Even when I went into details of how this would not be so. It makes me wonder if I went into detail of how I was raped if he would blame me for letting myself fall into such a dangerous situation that allowed myself to be forced into the acts. For months now, I’ve seen him in a new light. The last couple years he has become quite jaded and colder. I’ve begun to question how much I can confide in him. ]] ]]

Now before I delve into what my friend recently regaled me on, let me offer interesting insight into other things I've noticed him say or do, be it subtle or outright and obvious.

He strikes me as the sort of person to take the last slice of pizza if he wants it, given even if another hadn't even had one yet. He's even admitted unapologetically that he is a user of people. When asked why, he's laid it out more as his actions were those of someone who didn't purposely do something for complete gain and nothing else. He's even related his actions more that he didn't realize what he was really doing in the moment. (Like, I'm going to comfort this girl by kissing her, but she took it as a show of romance.) Yet, this is after he’s admitted that he’s taken advantage of situations and people on purpose. Finally, he's expressed his deeds as no big deal and then seems surprised at their consequences when they were obviously big deal actions. And wow, all that is just a slice of his behavior of what he tells me outside of my home.

Mason, I don't mean to pick on, but his actions are wearing on my patience, too. I'm a patient person. The last time he was over he asked if he could have one of my cans of margaritas, and I said, “Yeah, I wanna know if leaving it in Allen's car made it bad or not.” And he strides into the living room with a tall glass full of liquid, when the small can could never fill it.

When I asked if he mixed it with something, he said, “No, I just used two cans.”

Okay…. THAT pissed me off. I said he could have one… aaaand who puts two cans of something that might have gone bad?! He constantly takes advantage of “well I did it once, I can do it again,” sort of attitude.

But, anyway, that is his type of behavior. He asked if he could use my vodka twice, now he guzzles it down, never asking. I have to hide it to stop him.

He loves to hear himself talk. Mason also loves to play the martyr, too, even when he obviously isn't. He has a nice paying job, but he acts like it's minimum wage, and so he complains, whines, and brags about his per hour. He lives with his mother and has a very easy life, but he acts as if he struggles day to day. He’s the sort of person who wishes to be right, even if he has to twist the situation, or his answer to make him correct. Listening comes hard, and he has to offer way more than his two cents; he offers more like two hundred cents.

Now, I’ve gotten used to his stories and complaints that he offers every time he comes over. Often he prattles on whilst I wish to do something else, but I am listening because I am trying to be polite as he listens to me too, sometimes. He’s told me often about his past sexual history in the last couple months, and it’s been very frank, and it’s made me somewhat uncomfortable and surprised at how cold he is.

There is a girl, Samantha, that he lived with for a short period of time made things complicated with him and her. He’d mentioned that they’d dated, sort of, before. He also explained that he lived with her for a month, and during that month he saw her naked. When he explained her nakedness, it was put as if she was nude while changing or sleeping or something…

I’ve had people see me in a state of undress. My male roommie/best friend Allen has had to come help me out of the bathtub before. He’s been with me to the ER and helped me undress for the doctor and held my hand through procedures where I was physically exposed. It reaches a detached sort of natural feeling state with no sexuality about it- after all, humans are born naked and some tribes live naked, or near so. Paramedics rescued me naked on the floor once. Dozens of nurses and doctors have seen me nude to the point that it unfazes it me unless it is someone who isn’t seeing me for medical causes.

But changing clothes or sleeping in undress… This was not the case with Mason and Samantha. At least the only case… They were sleeping together of course. Now sleeping with someone without dating them personally is not my thing, but I don’t frown upon other people who practice it, usually. I believe in fidelity. Definition is given as follows: The quality or state of being faithful. Well, before, during, after, and even now, Samantha had a boyfriend. The boyfriend is a long distance relationship, but this does not excuse her behavior. Also, according to Mason, every time that they hang out she tries to seduce him.

Now given how he is, I am somewhat skeptical of just how much pressure she puts on him, but I can only guess. He says that she has a history of cutting and suffers from depression. When I ask why she doesn’t end the relationship with her boyfriend, he claims that she says that she loves her bf. Funny way that, to show love by cheating constantly when there’s no abuse or cruelty or pressure on her to force her body or heart to stray. But I also ask why Mason indulges in sleeping with her, essentially using her like that. She’s a girl with large issues who he’s taking advantage of. He doesn’t see it that way though, of course. He says that he’s afraid she’ll hurt herself. He even said that the most recent time he slept with her, it was to get her to stop crying and complaining about something! To shut her up, he slept with her!

Mason is sleeping with a girl that he knows has a boyfriend, has self-esteem issues, and has other emotional problems. He’s clearly taking advantage and knows, but he just doesn’t care. He can get laid from it, and he’s totally fine by it. He just doesn’t see the damage that he’s indulging in. Even when I explained what he was doing, he shrugged and said that she already had issues before he became involved. He also doesn’t give a shit about her having a bf. I personally stopped seeing a friend who was too flirty with me cause he had a gf because I didn’t approve.

The last thing he said regarding Samantha that really struck a nerve with me was regarding her looks. He’s called her kind of fat, very overweight and such… But said she could probably “get a pretty good looking boyfriend” if she wanting because she is nerdy. He looks at the world in such shallow measures that he can’t see beyond things on the outside like looks. No wonder he is sleeping with her to get her to “shut up.” He might be her boyfriend is she was skinny and hot in his perspective.

When I call him a friend… I think it’s not quite the right word… I mostly just play video games with him. I don’t think I would entrust him with much of anything, honestly. I mean, who would? Can you say sociopathic? Psychopaths don’t realize what they’re doing is messed up, but sociopaths are aware that they are super fucked up and they shrug it off and continue doing it.

He’s come over to my place to video games more and more often, to the point that his welcome mat is frayed and in tatters. My roommate and I, though, are somewhat okay with it, though extremely annoyed by some of the things that he does. But as he drives me up the walls, it really makes me reflect on myself and what sort of person I am; my faults, my sins, my misdeeds, and my past. Yeah, I was never as bad as Mason, but I once was more faulty.

The saying “it takes one to know one” is really true in its insight, without it probably meaning to be. For me, it did take me knowing one to realize that I had been like that one. Fortunately not quite in the example in Mason, but in other cases I learned lessons harshly and I bear the shame still today. Life has a way of maturing us even well into our adulthood, as long as we’re willing to learn.

A highlight of something that drove my best friend to anger over my annoyance to him was my behavior dating back to 2013. He would be bothered when I wanted to hang out in his room for company or come over and merely chat for a while. When he’d finally snap at me, and Allen’s not one for anger, I was surprised, hurt, and confused over what I’d done to push him to be so upset at me. Sometimes he just wouldn’t want to see me all day, so I’d be left for a day or two without human interaction, at least in real life.

Now, when I moved in over in Thousand Oaks with Marc and Abdul I got a taste of … well myself. Abdul would be exactly how I’d been with Allen. Adbul didn’t have a car and didn’t have any friends in the area because he’d just moved here from San Diego. So Abdul would sometimes just come into my room without knocking sometimes, that’s how friendly he felt. I was alone and stuck in the house a lot, yeah, but it was driving me up the walls. It wasn’t until I began to think about it that I realized this is how I must’ve made Allen feel. And also he’s leave my door open when he left, too, allowing two big dogs to come inside, sniff around at stuff, and jump on my bed and lick me… that was the same, too. I think I liked the dogs a bit more than Allen though.

Abdul did eventually start school and he did calm down and got involved socially online, so that was good for him. I still feel bad that I’d been so annoying and burdensome though. I can imagine I’ve pestered a lot of other friends in the past, too, just not as much as my best friend.

A girl came over some time ago and while we were talking she casually mentioned some sexual abuse that had occurred when she was young and I was a bit taken aback. I myself will not deny that it has occurred to me when I was young, but I try to be a little more close-lipped about it now. I used to be a very ‘sad drunk’ and just want to drink my sorrows of my abuse away, but for quite a long time now, I’ve been aware it only serves to isolate me more. I could only offer her best wishes and support.

There is this guy who comes over frequently for video games. He is hard to pin. He is so down on himself that he’s just not the kind of person I’d want to date or even be around at times. Realizing this I realized maybe this is why I’m single. I’m my own worst critic. I also cannot take compliments at all. So I can only take this as a wake-up call and try to grow myself and make me better.

Going to doctors and specialists a lot I meet many people who have injuries. Some are like mine, some different. Some people are hurt worse, usually not, and some are not as hurt. Then I meet people like Frank. Frank wants to make it a contest, and win the I’m hurt worse contest, against me. I’m pretty, uh, frank when it comes to my injuries, if not maybe downplaying them a little. Frank though, oh man, his has to be much worse… So he goes on about what doctors he sees and the stronger meds that he takes, and he is like bragging.

The only take away I can glean from that is to try to be sober about my health. It is what it is, and I can only do my best to get better and get healthier. Who cares about the pain medicine that you get? You should try to take as little as you can… and that wasn’t a very good take one to know one… Um, but, I just hope people don’t get the impression from me that I’m trying to brag. My injuries are like a laundry list and shopping list, too. I just can’t help it.

Then there is an example like Max, well, I could write pages on him alone. I learned a simple thing from him though. If you reach out to contact someone using like a text message, maybe text once more that day and then leave it. Wait for them to respond. Maybe text them again the next day or something if you haven’t heard back. That’s a cold, hard, lesson that I learned from experience and from him. He went completely overboard over me.

A little while after my last ex broke up with me he went radio silent and I did get worried. He vanished, but he left word that something happened with his car, word to my bestie Allen, who of course never told me until weeks later… So I never heard back from messages asking if he was simply okay. I fretted and worried, and I only found out after weeks that he was alright… I shoved him very far away with my actions, when all I was doing was being concerned that something terrible might have happened to him.

It’s been four years but I ache all over in a way akin to when I feel guilt. My ex who’s avoided me (quite well I must say) for four years finally faced the music, of me, and showed his face at my place. I was extremely surprised to see him. I was also extremely nervous and clumsy when in his presence, for no goddamn reason. The pain inside hurts me and I want to just cry. I just want to find someone else to date and be as happy as I was with him, but it won’t work out that way. I keep wondering if maybe I just go through the right actions maybe, eventually, I won’t be with someone I care about as much, but I’ll eventually forget how deep of emotions I’m capable of feeling.

Honey Bunny Bumble Fumble

So... boy, was this a car wreck of a mess. The subject of my last post.. He said that it wouldn't work... Which is what I had previously thought before, but I wished to try to rethink things.. Give things a new perspective, for just that reason. But, there was no new perspective even available to him; there was a girl he had fell for. This was very sudden. I was also sort of put in a corner like, I could possibly be a maybe, but the maybe was very slight maybe.

This news should just have gazed my flesh, but it cut a bit deeper... What did I do? Well, when he described the events leading up to his infatuation, well, they were something that I could never do... Never in a chair. I'm chained. Chained to my wheel chair.

I try to be practical, I try to act okay. I try to pretend I am well off, I try to pretend that everything is normal day to day. Every day it grows and infects me deeper, the desire to escape, I want to run, I want to walk, I want to get away... But I collapse outside my roommate's door with a scream. He opens it slightly and I tell him in a breath that my friend needs to be let in, and he doesn't hear. I scream again as he opens the door further, letting my body slide further to the floor. I repeat what I said about my friend being at the gate, He opens his door all the way and I scream loudly as I fall all the way to the floor and my roommate asks if I need help or he should help my friend. I ask him to go let my friend inside, my voice weak from pain. He asks me one more time, which I am very annoyed at this point, but it didn't add to my agony this time, so I told him, yes, go help my friend in.

It's not like I view myself above everyone else. I am some titan who only physically gets hurt and then I move on in my life just slightly scuffed. I write this emotionally exhausted as right now I carry too much weight. Against what I argued against, but my friends that I should do, they told me that I had to do, I blocked and removed a friend I had made that I had affectionately begun referring to as "the knight". After some of the terrible things that he had said about to me, calling me a person who obviously had no emotions and obviously wanted him to kill himself after all, I didn't care... I guess I can see how removing the risk of having a person I become any amount of close with again, it is a wise thing to err on caution.

One that is more complicated is also one of the strangest. It shows my propensity for me to care, and it shows the side of me that just can be purely in a state in terror.

I paused writing this and picked it up again.

More fumbles, many as if we were blind.

M- it speaks to me, that song from so long ago, it sings into my soul and makes me maybe not lose all hope, but I feel so stupid. I blush and pretend maybe that it could be so. Ayumi Hamasaki really made love sound wonderful but sad, too... But I always only seem to think of the song when the beginning part occurs, when I don't have someone to love. Maybe "M"? Or was "M" supposed to be for "Maria"?

I was told essentially that I would be welcome as a tool to offer affection and physicality but not really a girlfriend... And the loss of no love is just something I don't think that I could handle.

It is just frustrating that I cannot seem to find everything that I would like in a single guy... who'd want me. I guess I am being too picky.

For me a guy should be:
Trustworthy, respectful, caring, honest, have a willingness to communicate, intelligence, responsible, and non-violent... 

I actually just checked some of Google's top results and they are so shallow. Making money, being fit, be funny... it just panders on. Is my list really so bad? I really don't care about anything external at all.

Life seems as if it is laughing at me. I am in constant pain all the time, but lately it's been worse...  Someone else that I've been trying to aid with girl problems got dealt a nasty hand by a real crazy bitch, or so it sounds. I feel bad that two of my friends are going through issues with girls. Another is going through family problems. And there are further friends with more ordeals.


y'know, since he'll never read it. The guy who is dealing with the crazy girl.

Since I met him, I've had a crush on him, but I was scared of death to ever tell anyone, or even acknowledge it, because 1. I had a bf for a long time and 2. he had a gf and then wife. 
I don't think I could ever look him in the face if I told him. I would feel like a completely horrible immoralistic person, even though I didn't choose to feel that way. It might have been because he was one of the first people nice to me while I was in a heavily abusive relationship...

Honey Bunny Bumble

There is never anything quite like being on a dating site and seeing someone that you know. What is more awkward is when it is someone that you know of the gender that you are attracted to, and you have decidedly kind of... meh, I don't think I like them, or for sure don't like them. If it's been put as a match or suggestion it is almost embarrassing... isn't it?

When I was 18 I tried out Yahoo Dating, for all of a week. The end of the week I saw Mr. David Binder, a substitute teacher that I had had and someone I casually, kind of, knew through other people. He had already asked me out before, unsuccessfully.

As much as I am groaning and moaning about it now, I feel like I would like to jump into the dating pool, but I am pretty much stuck inside.... unable to go out much... unless I got an electronic wheel chair. Or got a very small wheelchair and a motorcycle. That could work, if I got the money. So a friend suggested Bumble. The first user I met was nice, not interested unless we could be friends with benefits, but nice. He warned me that there might be men with disability fetishes... Which would not be completely surprising.... I mean I have had a few guys wanna sit in the chair with me lol.

So literally just now, as I write this, I stumbled across a friend's super adorable photo and swiped to like. (Hope he sees that lol.) It got me to wondering... Maybe there is something to this... He had been in a friendzone for such a long time... maybe we should just go out on an actual date. See just how weird that feels, or maybe how nice it could feel. I'd feel very stupid if things worked out, because he's been in front of me for so many years.

One thing that I see as a giant obstacle, and was one back when I was in Chicago, was the single girl complex among nerd men. They all feel entitled to me. I am saying this with no humor, no amusement, and disgust. One friend insists he is just being nice for nice's sake, and he's a good friend, he would be okay if a got a boyfriend, OH BUT I haven't gotten one yet right?! Another guy was stalking me for a long time, and to make him leave me alone... yeah leave me alone! I acknowledged him and he defended behavior like trying to look at me changing, groping me, and him being selfish and blamed it on his Asperger's. No, those are things sexual predators do. He is now angry at me that I am being selfish and not being willing to see him. He says that he is "different now", and I explain that he reminds me of "childhood molestation". It doesn't matter how he's changed, the damage was done. Another male today... I don't know how I even made the mistake of speaking with him again... maybe Facebook... but he'd probably rejoice if I would see him again, and maybe try to attack if I dated a man not him.

So much drama, and I'm really not a catch. I just attract scum.