It's almost more trouble than it's worth to type out this little post this morning. I woke up today with pain and numbness in my hands and arms and it won't go away. With the assistance of my blogger app, I'm posting from my phone this morning- - somehow from a supine position in the confines of my bed, while my little Lola sleeps at my side.
Only another person with a pain disorder wouldn't feel shocked at the number of hours a person like myself could sleep and lie in bed. Sure, I try a little yoga when I can. I try to walk when I can. But, despite doing everything the doctor says is necessary for fibromyalgia I still get no relief and continue to get worse.
I wonder then, how "they" can insist this is fibromyalgia. Wouldn't it be reasonable to think that if it were I would get relief by following the doctor's advice and taking meds as prescribed?
I find myself discouraged and angry more often than not. It would be so easy to just give up and quit.
I miss my friends. I miss being able to get up and go whenever I want. I miss Friday night football. I miss my little blog. I'm tired of being stuck at home waiting for a good day.