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Last night trickier treaters, good kids in great costumes, the younger ones with parents l in tow and a few teenagers came to our door and I in my Peanuts Halloweenshirt, as in Snoopy and Charlie Brown, happily dolled out candy.
Of course we had way too much candy and me on Prednisone had a few pieces, then a few more and a few more. Skittles, Snickers, Twix, M&Ms and a package of five Reeses and I was like an addict, sneaking a few everytime I went to the door and then mindlessly snarfing until after midnight, sugar high watching late night TV.
I have not had that much sugar since two Halloweens ago before Crohn's. I couldn't stop myself until a storm of diarrhea attacked with vengeance and the steroids/sugar surge kept wide awake and angry at myself until 4:AM, every 20 minutes, exploesians on the toilet, visions of my daughter finding me passed out on the floor like a crack addict. My daughter, who lives 2000 miles away with my ex in Long Island New York was likely sugar dreaming after a night of tricker treating with her clan of many cousins.
I've been fighting anxiety and unspent anger turning into depression. My Physicians Assistant at my family doctor's office has given me Welbutrin to manage steroid mood swings and Cymbalta to manage anxiety. They take the edge off durring the day, but all bets were off in middle of the night.
Today I'm physically and emotionally wasted. Lately I've been in a dangerous lull, so I finally gave in and put my stupid pride aside and see a therapist tomorrow for the first time since many years ago. I have some paperwork to finish today. Since I woke up 4 hours late and way off my medicine schedule, I'm struggling to get on track there too.
I could be better but I could be worse, so I just have to deal with it.
Of course we had way too much candy and me on Prednisone had a few pieces, then a few more and a few more. Skittles, Snickers, Twix, M&Ms and a package of five Reeses and I was like an addict, sneaking a few everytime I went to the door and then mindlessly snarfing until after midnight, sugar high watching late night TV.
I have not had that much sugar since two Halloweens ago before Crohn's. I couldn't stop myself until a storm of diarrhea attacked with vengeance and the steroids/sugar surge kept wide awake and angry at myself until 4:AM, every 20 minutes, exploesians on the toilet, visions of my daughter finding me passed out on the floor like a crack addict. My daughter, who lives 2000 miles away with my ex in Long Island New York was likely sugar dreaming after a night of tricker treating with her clan of many cousins.
I've been fighting anxiety and unspent anger turning into depression. My Physicians Assistant at my family doctor's office has given me Welbutrin to manage steroid mood swings and Cymbalta to manage anxiety. They take the edge off durring the day, but all bets were off in middle of the night.
Today I'm physically and emotionally wasted. Lately I've been in a dangerous lull, so I finally gave in and put my stupid pride aside and see a therapist tomorrow for the first time since many years ago. I have some paperwork to finish today. Since I woke up 4 hours late and way off my medicine schedule, I'm struggling to get on track there too.
I could be better but I could be worse, so I just have to deal with it.
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