No doubt, Fibromyalgia is real. I used to think only really pathetic, whiny people had Fibromyalgia. I felt sorry for them, but also felt that they probably brought most of it on themselves because of their mental state.
Well, I went to bed last night feeling fine. I watched Ken Burns' Dust Bowl documentary online on my phone in bed. I went to sleep wearing my CPAP. I was in A fine state of mind and felt pretty good.
When I woke up, I felt very groggy. First my stomach hurt, then every part of me hurt. I know this, because I actually tried to think of a part of my body that didn't hurt, so I could focus on that.
I hurt all over as if someone had beaten me during the night. I tried to find new positions that wouldn't hurt as badly. Every pressure point and joint was painful. Lying on my side, I couldn't even take the pressure of one knee resting on the other.
My whole body seemed under pressure. I felt myself starting to sob, which simultaneously pissed me off (I hate it when Fibro beats me down mentally) but at the same time, I find that after crying, my muscles will relax and I feel better.
My husband brought me Tramadol. I knew within about 30 minutes I would have some relief. That time is now. I'm not all better, but now I can function.
I brushed my teeth and even they hurt. I combed my hair gently and even that hurt. It's like my pain volume knob is turned to a ridiculously high level.
I did eat a couple things yesterday that my body could be reacting to. A Gwaltney hot dog and 2 Hostess Cupcakes. Yes, I know that was stupid.
Well, I went to bed last night feeling fine. I watched Ken Burns' Dust Bowl documentary online on my phone in bed. I went to sleep wearing my CPAP. I was in A fine state of mind and felt pretty good.
When I woke up, I felt very groggy. First my stomach hurt, then every part of me hurt. I know this, because I actually tried to think of a part of my body that didn't hurt, so I could focus on that.
I hurt all over as if someone had beaten me during the night. I tried to find new positions that wouldn't hurt as badly. Every pressure point and joint was painful. Lying on my side, I couldn't even take the pressure of one knee resting on the other.
My whole body seemed under pressure. I felt myself starting to sob, which simultaneously pissed me off (I hate it when Fibro beats me down mentally) but at the same time, I find that after crying, my muscles will relax and I feel better.
My husband brought me Tramadol. I knew within about 30 minutes I would have some relief. That time is now. I'm not all better, but now I can function.
I brushed my teeth and even they hurt. I combed my hair gently and even that hurt. It's like my pain volume knob is turned to a ridiculously high level.
I did eat a couple things yesterday that my body could be reacting to. A Gwaltney hot dog and 2 Hostess Cupcakes. Yes, I know that was stupid.
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