I've been very fortunate since the first of the year to actually feel good. With an additional diagnosis of Bipolar comes an additional medication (Seroquel) for the depression, which has had the effect of making me feel better physically. I love it when that happens. I've felt so good that I joined the local Y and have been working out at least twice a week, which probably has affected my physical well-being as well.
However, yesterday I did the grocery run and ran errands most of the day and by the end of the day I had a roaring fibro headache. It starts in the middle of my back, between my shoulder blades, works its way up into my neck and makes it feel as if those muscles are pulling back on every muscle in my head and face. It hurts to comb my hair, brush my teeth or yawn. Nothing touches it, since they took Darvocet off the market, so I am pretty powerless against it. I have some oxycodone that my doctor gave me, but it gives me a headache, so it's pretty silly to take something for a headache that gives you a headache. I do stretches and some yoga and get plenty of rest and make sure my neck stays warm--if a cold breeze hits my neck it feels like a dentist hitting a nerve, and I find that not an acceptable level of pain!
Rather than feel sorry for myself, I try to do things that make me feel good. This afternoon I'm going to work on a scrapbook for one of my granddaughter's birthdays. She'll be four next week, and although my daughter has cut off any contact between me and her three daughters, I have faith that someday the kids will be old enough to make up their own mind about seeing me. It's a very long story, but she's mad at me because I didn't include her when my brothers and I made the decision to put my mother in a nursing home. She has Alzheimers and we were getting very scared she was going to hurt herself, so we told her that the dirt basement in her home was causing her respiratory problems and she couldn't live there anymore. Turns out we weren't far off, as she hasn't needed her inhalers since she left! Anyway, my daughter is convinced that I'm so evil I shouldn't see her children. It's taken a long time but I have made peace with it. The Seroquel and a lot of prayer helped. I also have three other grandchildren that I do get to see, so all is not lost.
My afternoon will also include a nap under my electric blanket and quilt. I love warmth and weight when I sleep and I dearly love napping. I'm thinking about listing it on my resume because I do it so well. Thankfully I've cooked enough this week that we can have leftovers for dinner, so no cooking tonight! A hot shower and a therma-heat pad on my neck while I sleep will give me a good shot at not having as bad of a headache tomorrow.
However, yesterday I did the grocery run and ran errands most of the day and by the end of the day I had a roaring fibro headache. It starts in the middle of my back, between my shoulder blades, works its way up into my neck and makes it feel as if those muscles are pulling back on every muscle in my head and face. It hurts to comb my hair, brush my teeth or yawn. Nothing touches it, since they took Darvocet off the market, so I am pretty powerless against it. I have some oxycodone that my doctor gave me, but it gives me a headache, so it's pretty silly to take something for a headache that gives you a headache. I do stretches and some yoga and get plenty of rest and make sure my neck stays warm--if a cold breeze hits my neck it feels like a dentist hitting a nerve, and I find that not an acceptable level of pain!
Rather than feel sorry for myself, I try to do things that make me feel good. This afternoon I'm going to work on a scrapbook for one of my granddaughter's birthdays. She'll be four next week, and although my daughter has cut off any contact between me and her three daughters, I have faith that someday the kids will be old enough to make up their own mind about seeing me. It's a very long story, but she's mad at me because I didn't include her when my brothers and I made the decision to put my mother in a nursing home. She has Alzheimers and we were getting very scared she was going to hurt herself, so we told her that the dirt basement in her home was causing her respiratory problems and she couldn't live there anymore. Turns out we weren't far off, as she hasn't needed her inhalers since she left! Anyway, my daughter is convinced that I'm so evil I shouldn't see her children. It's taken a long time but I have made peace with it. The Seroquel and a lot of prayer helped. I also have three other grandchildren that I do get to see, so all is not lost.
My afternoon will also include a nap under my electric blanket and quilt. I love warmth and weight when I sleep and I dearly love napping. I'm thinking about listing it on my resume because I do it so well. Thankfully I've cooked enough this week that we can have leftovers for dinner, so no cooking tonight! A hot shower and a therma-heat pad on my neck while I sleep will give me a good shot at not having as bad of a headache tomorrow.
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