The odd thing about depression is how it colors everything. It even makes pain worse. Of course, when it’s all spelled out like that in black and white, it’s sort of obvious.
My last pain management doctor appointment, my mood was better. But the number and extremity of the migraines was just as bad or worse than ever. I just felt so much better about the whole mess.
The new antidepressant — Brintellix — is working really well for me. I still want to curl up on the couch and do nothing but read fantasy novels so I can shut out the real world, but I don’t pray for death so often. I’m counting that as improvement.
Lately, the pain gets worse in the evening. It’s growing now. Time for more Dilaudad. With luck, I’ll be able to get up in the morning to walk the dog before I go to the massage therapist’s.
I wish I had more to look forward to.
But I’m still,