Well, I've maxed out the deductible for the family this year with my therapy, both physcial and mental. We still have the out of pocket max to hit, but we no longer have to pay for the full amount of doctor's appointments or prescriptions, just the co-insurance part. That takes some strain off the budget. We also have used all of our FSA debit card for the year.
I had my first pool therapy session early last week. All of the other appointments were on land to stengthen my core, legs, and back enough to be able to climb down the stairs and into the pool. It went okay, but I had strained a muscle in my thigh gardening the day before it so I was a little sore. I walked on the underwater treadmill for 12 minutes, which is really weird because you bounce between steps. Then he had me walk across the pool sideways, which bugged that muscle in the one direction, but not the other. Then I had to walk backwards and then do toe raises and then step up on a step and back down. Then we did some arm exercises with floaty weights, while keeping the core engaged.
It went really well. The hardest part was getting out fo the water and getting gravity back. Being in the pool took a lot of pressure off the herniated discs. Getting back out put it all back on. It also made me realize that my legs are still weak and I have a lot of work ahead of me. I see the neurology surgeon on the 24th, I think and we will decide from there what to do about more PT. I think I need it as I finally started progressing forward. I have one more session scheduled for now.
Then I had a hypomanic event. I hate hypomanic events. This time it went so high I nearly touched the sky. And more to the point, I spent $300, because my judgment went out the window. I mean, I had the money in my allowance envelope, but I was saving up for a Smart TV and then a new laptop, because I hate not having a touch screen. It lasted 2 days and then I went crashing down into a depression well. That was not a lot of fun. I seem to have pulled out of it this morning, and being outside working in the garden helped a lot, but I had a miserable night of it, crying for 2 hours straight after everyone else went to bed.
I hate mental illness. I thought I was finally starting to feel the effects of the new dosage of this medication, but maybe not. This was the first time this happened since I started it, but at least it wasn't full blown mania. The last time that happened it lasted 2.5 months and I wrote 400,000 words.
I graduate from the six month mental health program at my doctor's clinic on Tuesday. I don't want to. It will be my last day with that therapist. I have started with another, and she's okay, I guess. I like her, but her nose ring is distracting. It's weird seeing a 60 year old lady with a nose ring. I wish these visits could be in person. Then I'd have somewhere else to look instead of just at her face on my laptop. Anyway, now I have to build up trust in a new therapist. She deals with people with chronic illnesses, so that is good.
I've also been referred to a psychiatrist to see if we can manage this a little bit better with medication. It would be nice. Plus, only he can diagnose whether or not I have ADHD, but I know I do. I haven't heard anything from his office yet, though. He is my son's psychiatrist and I've sat in on a session with my son and liked him well enough, I guess.
Well, I best be off to bed. It's already midnight. I have an appointment at 11:30 online, which means I have to wake up two hours before that to give my muscles enough time to warm up so I can even get out of bed, do my physical therapy exercises, and eat breakfast. RA is a b-word and I am a night owl, so this won't be fun, but it must be done. At least I'm not in a fibro flare. And my mood continues to stablize so I might even get something out of this session.