I've had enough at the moment. This recent worsening of the ts has completely caught me unprepared and off guard. I had so much time to get used to being comparatively calm, not injuring myself, not constantly feeling tired and stressed...and now I'm chucked back off of the deep end in the last few months.
I feel trapped in the house because whenever I leave things get worse again. I try to leave at least once a day when I'm off work, but it's easier said than done...especially on days like today when I left my phone and earphones at a friend's house - my only lifeline when I'm out is losing myself in music which usually takes the edge off of it all.
I'm not sleeping properly, had a sudden burst of really violent tics lasting about half an hour the other night while I was sleeping, half the nights I go to bed I'm having to get up because I'm twitchy as.
I keep getting signed off of work...all well and good but now I'm on half pay and every sick note feels like I'm handing in an admission of how unsuitable for employment I'm becoming. Sitting in work is hit and miss...and when it does get bad I have the wonderful options of staying completely sober and having to try and deal with an hour-and-a-bit bus journey home, or taking diazepam and feeling like death but getting home in one piece. What a wonderful choice. I hate that chemical oblivion it feels horrible, like a robot or a zombie...or a robot zombie.
I'm totally unstable emotionally...one moment I'm happy, next minute I'm sad, then I'm sad and angry...angry at myself and my stupid bloody brain for getting myself into a mess again.
Can't even do the things that I usually do to keep myself happy...having to take serious half time on playing bass guitar because (THANKS AGAIN TOURETTES) my wrists are getting strained again. I don't dare get on my bike...it can get dodgy enough when I'm going through a good patch - let alone how I've been recently.
Covered in aches and pains from head to foot most days and my throat is sore from getting hit repeatedly with my own fist.
And annoyingly every time I'm having a calm day I get that stupid obsession that it's all in my head...until it starts getting worse and then I curse myself for thinking such stupid things all of the time.
That appointment next week can't come soon enough. I think it's time for meds now.
Basically: GRRRR.
Rant over. Sorry.