Fibromyalgia is relentless in it's ability to cause pain and dullness. For me it feels like:
You have that horrible flu, you ache to the bone, you're on the edge of what's real and what's not
You're feet make standing or walking too long simply impossible. The pain causes me to go some where else in my brain, I'm in a bubble so I can survive. This is especially bad if I'm stuck some where, no place to sit. This drives me further into a feeling of choosing to be house bound.
Waking up in the morning is horrible. You look at the clock and see that it's so late in the day, the fog fills the space where I've just had another terrible dream, of the
person I used to be. And in this dream all my loved ones abandon me, as has happened in my real life. My lower legs feel as if somehow I've managed to move my feet like Linda Blair's head, the pain from my knees to my ankles is so bad. My feet are numb and my back may or may not support me when I get up.
My walker waits for me.
I tackle the day by walking, half bent over to make my coffee. I then head over to the sofa turn on the heating pad and set it up so my back can relax as well as all the
muscles which have tightened up so badly through the night. I think I get really frustrated during my nightmares and I dig my fists into my head and my fingers
sometimes get pushed through the metal vine of my headboard.
All day long I fight the flu that won't get better, the pain in my muscles that won't get better and the complete fog I swim through that never goes away. I used to be smart, the cognitive losses are emotionally painful.
As the day wears on I will deal with a needle which happily boars through out my chest. I will try to move and my hips will scream, how dare I try to make my body
work. Don't I know I'm not "normal"?! That my body has chosen this mutation and I have NO SAY IN THE MATTER. I am trapped inside my self and I am
disappearing. A little more each day.
I've been hospitalized several times for my back, my hips and Pneumonia. Once Pneumonia and meningitis.
Suicide is definitely an option. I was the life of the party, now there is no party, just sadness, and pain as my constant companions. I have horrible health care, even
worse mental health care. I have my stash so I can go when I'm ready, but some where, in the mind that I'm losing a voice tells me I'll go to Hell. But I'm already in
Hell, I tell it. Oh, just you wait and see, it says, Hell makes this look like a vacation in Bali. So I don't go to my stash. Due some strange Christian belief
but I'm not a Christian, I don't believe in all of that and I don't, but for some reason there is this little voice. And even that seems like Fibromyalgia.
How unfair is that, to only be taking up space in the world and not being allowed to chose my exit strategy, which I've really needed the past couple of weeks.
But I'll wake up tomorrow and go through it all again. For, as much pain as I suffer, as much of my brain that's gone, the worst really is emotional. To live in a constant
state of depression without a single person knowing how I feel is more difficult than any physical thing in my life.