I need to just write a while to keep things honest.
It’s been a good weekend so far. The pre – holiday food shopping is done, hubs had an extra day off, I completed training on a new project, and the weather’s been great.
It’s been a busy day, so I’m not upset about needing a little extra time to wind down. Then the pain creeped up a little. I started deep breathing, but needed something more. I took Advil and Melatonin, then went to bed.
I laid here a while, started deep breathing again, then realized I needec zometjing stronger than Advil. I took half a dose of something stronger and went back to bed.
Out of nowhere, my hands hands began to ache. I looked down to see the puffy knuckles of arthritis and Fibro.
I’m covered in pain relied cream, full of pain relievers, and still feeling 80% of the pain that forced me to reach for the meds.
Nights like this make me sad. It’s frustrating how quickly a pain flare can steal my joy. My mind wanders to thoughts of what the next 10 years could bring. My spine is already 20 years older than my chonological age. I’m already having trouble with my grip. Fear clouds my thoughts and blocks the light.
But I can see the sun. I refuse to let the clouds steal it from me. I will have bad times, but there will be good times, too. I just to ride it out. After some sleep.
Here’s to better days.