I have fibromyalgia. Some of you know this, some of you don't. If you do and you're tired of me bitching about it, you should probably stop reading now. If you don't and you don't mind the bitching, read on.
It's barely sprinkling today, but it's just enough to make me want to cut my arms and legs off and let my kids pull me around in a little red wagon for the rest of my life. Any change in weather causes pain. Especially cold, but that's another bitch session all together.
Today it's my knees and elbows that are making me want to Boxing Helena myself. I can only imagine it's what having gravel in your joints would feel like. It's not always the same, though. And it doesn't even necessarily have to have weather-related. It's very confusing and a literal pain in the ass for me.
Try remembering the worst flu you've ever had - the horrible muscle aches, the fatigue, the joint pain, the frantically bargaining with the deity of your choice to just end it now. It's kinda like that. But it comes and goes without warning 90% of the time. I reserved the other 10% for when I know the weather is going to change.
At one point, several years ago, I was so medicated I didn't know my ass from a hole in the ground. My hair was falling out, I twitched (hubby likened it to having a vibrating bed that you didn't have to put a quarter in), I had horrible insomnia and could barely function. The meds slightly dulled the pain, but the side effects weren't worth it. Now, I just take some Aleve or Motrin, grit my teeth and deal as best I can.
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