I am just plain old peeved at my body today. Yesterday was a simple day. All I did was transfer some information from a notebook into a spreadsheet so I can track those who need sponsors out on Pine Ridge Reservation better. (That’s my volunteer job – matching sponsors with those who need them and trying to meet emergency needs.)
This was the simplest task in the world. But it took a bit longer than it might have because of a couple of phone calls I received. I pushed myself to get it finished, knowing that I would be away for Saturday and Sunday on a “battery-recharging” overnight getaway.
Did you catch it? The really bad word in there. Oh, there won’t be any problem with censors over it. The word is bad only to those with fibromyalgia. “Pushed.” As long as I’ve had this health issue (44 years), one would think I’d remember the commandment I discovered many years ago: Thou shalt not push thyself when ye shall feel those first twinges of strain.
I did it. I confess. As is the case with fibromyalgia, I felt fine last evening. But this morning I was ready to accuse my neighbor of driving through the bedroom with his big-rig cab and running me over in my sleep.
I have a 4 hour drive ahead of me to get to the town where the off-Broadway play I’m going to see is being staged. Then an overnight stay and the drive home. I already have significant pain, including the headache behind my eyes. If you, too, have fibromyalgia. you know this does not bode well.
I’ve taken all the medicine I am allowed. It’s almost time to leave. I guess I’ll have to resort to the ultimate weapon.
I’ll have to try to ignore the pain and push myself.
Ooops . . . I’m going to break the commandment again.
I try to always have a positive outlook, but truly – fibromyalgia sucks!!