Pain Sucks

Third day into a flare up of fibro and I'm ready to scream. We're leaving on vacation on Friday and I have SO much to do, yet I can't physically do it.

I didn't sleep well Sunday night (this is Tuesday). I was overtired and couldn't get my brain to go to sleep until well after midnight. Then my legs started hurting so bad that I woke up and couldn't get back to sleep. I got up and dosed with Advil and turned up my electric blanket, thinking the heat would help. You know that feeling your body has when you have the flu? That's how my legs felt, and each leg felt like it weighed five hundred pounds.

Monday I could hardly walk between mt legs aching and the pain in my hips and knees. Lately my knees feel cold all the time, so I rubbed Ben Gay into them to warm them up. I laid in bed with my lap desk and computer all day and at least got some writing work done. The pile of laundry in the corner tells me I really need to do laundry, but when my legs hurt this bad, I can't manage the stairs.

Last night I slept much better because I dosed with Advil before I went to sleep, and I slept well. My hips and knees still prevent me from doing the stairs, but at least I can be up and around.

Before the FDA decided it was in my best interest to take Darvocet off the market, it was my wonder drug. All other pain killers bother my stomach or give me horrible headaches, so it's me and Advil against the world.

My son asked me what my body felt like when I was having a fibro flare and I told him that it was like the combination of having the body aches of the flu with a feeling that you've worked out way too hard and too long at the gym.

Pain sucks. Not just fibro pain, but all pain.