Who stuck my nerves in the blender?
Who's bright idea was it to make me feel like my body's been through a meat grinder? I mean, come on!
I have a serious dislike for fibromyalgia at the moment. Not that I ever really like it, but usually I tolerate it. Not today though. Today I'm mad.
I hurt. The little men with their little jackhammers are hammering away at my bones. And someone is using my muscles as silly putty, making them feel stretched and painful and wobbly and useless.
The cricket in my air conditioner moved somewhere else, but I still feel as if I got no sleep. When my alarm went off this morning I was sure I made some mistake when I set it. Surely I have not been asleep for 10 hours already. I could have sworn I just laid down.
The air feels like lead, its heavy and it hurts. I have this headache behind my eyes that won't go away. My hands and feet are swollen and achey.
Sigh.
But I'll push on, push though, because I don't have a choice. For some reason my brain decided that it didn't want to work like a normal brain. It wanted to interpret everyday stress, touch, sound, vibrations, and air pressure as pain. Dumb brain. Naughty nerves. I should put them in time out or something.
Could be part of adjusting to the new meds. Could be a part of adjusting to the increased stress of life. Could be just because my brain felt like it was time to make life a little more difficult.
Can't slow down. Can't take a day off. Gotta keep pushing through. Thank God He is here. Thank God for His strength, His grace, His mercy. Thank God He never goes anywhere. Thank God that I realize how much I need Him. Thank God He is willing to step in and help and care and bring peace, if I just ask.
But I wish I had more spoons.