Not literally. But painful nonetheless.
After a long travel day on Monday and a busy Tuesday of unpacking and doing laundry, I was sort of waiting for the proverbial shoe to drop. It did!!
Wednesday morning, I woke up with the most pain I’ve had in months. A wicked headache to greet me the moment I opened my eyes. Pain in my neck and shoulders. Pain level: 9 out of 10. I wanted to take all the meds I could and curl up back in bed. I couldn’t.
Wednesday morning at 11:00, I had an appointment with the “shrink” at the weight loss center. (Please, any mental health professionals out there, I do not use the word in any derogatory sense. It’s just easier to spell and type than psychiatrist.) I had to drive into the city myself since my husband couldn’t afford to take time off from work after getting back from vacation. I took some pain medicine, but the headache was still an “8” when I set out. My eyes did not want to focus clearly and it was a struggle to get there.
The young woman I met with was very pleasant. I let her ask the questions and answered them the best that I could. We set some goals – mindful eating, reduce evening eating and return to the treadmill and to meditation. With the pain, mindful eating is difficult. My mind hurts and my self-control is weak. I have to find the right time for meditation – sometimes it puts me to sleep.
The rest of my Wednesday was filled with medication, pain and trying to work on the vacation photos we took. Of course, the medication fogs your brain and the pain doesn’t all go away, so the focus isn’t what it should be. But I muddled through.
Thursday was also a busy day. I woke up and the headache was still there – a “7” instead of an “8”, but with the potential to be worse. I’ve gone as long a 10 days with a severe headache like that before and I know you just can’t predict which ones will set in like that. But 2 days already didn’t bode well for my week. And what was the first thing on my agenda Thursday morning? A trip to the dentist! I can see some of you cringing. This was only for a cleaning and check-up, but I still had to drive there, so pain meds were at a minimum.
Ever try to be pleasant to someone who is scraping and poking around in your mouth with sharp objects? While you had a headache that made you want to drive into a tree? If so, you’ll understand how I felt. Then came the final judgement: no cavities, but . . . I hate that word “but”. It almost always means disregard what I just told you, I’m going to tell you the truth now. I need two follow-up appointments. One for my bottom 2 front teeth. They are getting worn and have grooves that will weaken them. We need to put some bonding material on them to strengthen them. Okay, not too bad. Visit #2 will be for an upper left molar. The tooth next to it had been extracted a while back after it broke, leaving this particular molar as the last one in the row. When you add in getting older with the common problem of some receding gums, you get a slightly exposed root that is very sensitive to cold. He’ll try to cover that root with some material that will reduce the sensitivity. All in all, it could have been worse news. Frankly, I’m surprised that I recall what he said that well, considering the pain I was in at the time.
I took more pain meds when I got home and set to work on the photos again. I couldn’t get the pain level down below “6.” I made the simplest dinner I could. I had to go over to the church for a 6:30 meeting of the Search Committee. It was an important meeting and I couldn’t miss it. The diocesan deployment officer was coming with some names of candidates for us to consider. We’re finally starting to get somewhere in this process of finding a new rector. We all need to be there if we can. So I went, headache and all.
The folding chairs don’t do any favors for my fibromyalgia. Sitting along the side of a long table and having to turn to look at the speaker at the other end of the table doesn’t help it either. The meeting was short but then I spent about an hour catching up with people I hadn’t seen in a while. By the time I got home, the headache and pain in my neck and shoulders was heading back up to level “8.” Not good. So I took some more meds and watched hockey with my husband instead of heading on over here to write. We finally have the Center Ice Package and my husband is in hockey heaven. We even tried to see my daughter who called us to say she was at the Philadelphia Flyers game, sitting center ice four rows behind the home bench. It was so loud at the arena when she called! My head recoiled at the noise.
With all that medication in my system, you’d think I’d be drowsy enough to fall asleep. Wasn’t happening. I didn’t fall asleep until around 2:30 this morning. Figured that wasn’t going to be helpful in my campaign to eradicate pain. I woke up this morning about 9:00. I opened my eyes and that didn’t hurt. So I started doing a full body scan. No headache. Pain levels everywhere else between 2 & 3. A “normal” fibro day.
I felt good enough and mentally ready enough to get my butt back on the treadmill this morning. I did 20 minutes at 2.5 mph. I know, that’s not very fast – but fibro girl just got back on her feet and she needs to be cautious. I was so proud of myself, I called my husband at work to give him the good news.
I can tell that all the muscle relaxant medication is not out of my system yet and I suspect there will be a short nap in my future today. But I still feel really lucky to have dodge that bullet – the flare up that lasts for weeks!!!