So if you read my last blog you know I've been in a slump with my depression. Let me just give a bit of a back story about it. I had Gman in April of 2014, by December I was under undue amounts of stress, pressure (you name it I had it). My husband was a recruiter for the Marine Corps. He is still in the military but no longer a recruiter. If any of you are Military wives and your husband is a recruiter, my hats are off to you! He would work from 7am-9/9:30pm. It was stressful, he would work most weeks-7 days a week. At one point I believe he went about 8 weeks without 1 day off. Ladies, that means momma didn't get a single day to herself. I was in school trying to finish up a Medical Assistant degree, his unit hated him so when I needed him to watch K&G, it was a battle. I was in night school 7 pm none the less. By that Christmas I wasn't sure that our marriage was going to survive the dreaded recruiting duty. I talked to Eric and told him I thought I may have depression and anxiety so I made a doctors appointment to go talk to my PCP. By the time I left his office I was prescribed an anxiety medication to take and a depression medication. Within the next 1-2 months I was convinced it wasn't strong enough and ready to go back for something new. The start of the 3rd month I felt like a completely different person. It was working and I no longer hated Eric, hated my life or the struggles that go along with being an almost single mom to 2 young children who loved and missed their daddy dearly. I'm so incredibly thankful that Eric has been graced with much more patience than I have. Because had I been him I would have divorced my ass. I was so moody, I was so bitchy, I was so fucking mean to him. It has now been well over a year since I started my medication and with it I'm not sure we would still be married or if I would still be a functioning adult.
So this past week I have no clue what has been wrong with me. I think it may have been that since Eric has been on recruiting duty since February 1st he's been home by 4:30 every single day and its been so nice. This past week we knew he would be leaving for a few nights to head to Chicago with another Marine and to talk to his own command about his situation. Unsure if he was going to be reenlisting or going to try and get a separation bonus. First our kids don't do good with dad gone over night. They turn into demons (FUCKING SERIOUSLY), demon children. They fight, they bite, they kick, they don't behave well at all! So on Tuesday he went to Omaha, NE and Wednesday morning he was off to Chicago. By Wednesday night I could tell my anxiety was through the roof and I was just off. So I took anxiety medication hoping it would help, it didn't. I slept like 6 hours total (NO lie) between Tuesday-Wednesday nights. By Thursday, I was just going crazy. I was overly exhausted, my kids wouldn't listen, I was eating everything in my site, I was in a super bad slump, and I wasn't sure I was going to be coming back out anytime soon. After I got a decent nights sleep on Thursday, I was feeling more like myself on Friday and was ready to get my ass back on track! Depression is such a bitch. She comes when she wants, stays however long she wants, and will leave when shes damn good and ready to give you a break. She's such a whore!!!
So Friday was a day I was actually looking forward to even though I knew like 99.9% sure I was going to be getting injections in both of my feet. No, couldn't be just one foot. It had to be both. About a year ago I started to get really bad pains in my heels. So bad that at night time I was basically either going to pee myself or crawl to the bathroom to avoid standing on either foot because it hurt so bad. My doctor told me I had plantar fasciitis with possible bone spurs but to try all these things and surely one of them would help. Yah negative. That was about 6 months ago with ZERO,ZLICH,NADA in the relief area. So I went about to see a PA about 2 weeks ago and she agreed it was time to go see a podiatrist. We scheduled the appointment and Friday was GO time!
I got to Dr.Evans office and they took X-rays of both of my feet/heels to see how bad the bone spurs were and if I was going to need more than just a simple injection. Thankfully they weren't bad and we learned that bone spurs were not the cause of the pain but a result from having plantar fasciitis. So he thought I would get pretty good relief with just a cortisone shot in each heel. I was terrified. I have tattoos on each of the tops of my feet but lets be fucking honest, a needle stuck in my heel did NOT sound like a good FUCKING time. Much to my surprise I barely even felt the shot. They spray a super super super cold ass solution on my foot until its basically numb and freezing ass cold. He stuck it in, and I didn't feel it until about 3 seconds later when I felt the slightest little burning sensation and it was over. My left food was a bit more sensitive than my right because it is the one that hurts the worst.
By the time I got my shoes back on, got off the table and started to walk it was almost instant relief. It was crazy by the time we got to our next stop about 30 minutes in the car and I got out expecting my feet to hurt I had ZERO pain. As the day went on my feet got a little sore. I'm sure it was from the shot (the needle was FUCKING HUGE). When I got up at 1 AM to pee, I was bracing myself for it to hurt and zero pain at all. I'm amazed and if you suffer from heel pain, then get the shots, so so so worth it!
So this AM we headed to the gym. Eric has to lose 18 pounds in the next 30-45 days to weigh-in for a reenlistment package for the Marine Corps. I'm happy to say my feet didn't hurt me at all but my pulled muscle on my side was KILLING ME. I couldn't take a deep breath so running basically didn't happen. Thankfully it was LEGGGGG day! Y'all know momma needs to bring her ASS back up to the earth from hell....SERIOUSLY! So, Eric did my workout with me and we lifted for a good 30-45 minutes and did about 30 minutes on the treadmill. After 2 days of not hitting the gym it felt good to finally be back there. I normally don't go Sundays since its my day off but I think tomorrow I'm going to drag Eric and hit the gym anyhow!
I hope you guys had a better week than I endured! I think I'm going to finish up laundry, take a super hot bath to soak my tootsies, watch a redbox movie I rented, called "Miss you Already" and take a LONGGGG nap!!!
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