Kissing the Velvet Hammer
So I leave Minnesota on December 2nd. I leave the United States on December 9th. I arrive in Tokyo on December 10th, and have to stay overnight in a hotel there to be able to catch my early flight the next day to Osaka and then to Kagoshima. Total flying time will be around 15 hours - which really isn't that bad. Celeste and I made a lovely drink last night at home ... Its a recipie that we found laying around in the kitchen - from my great grandma. Whew... S'really good. We bought Hag'n Daas Bailey's ice cream(1 pint), blended it with 2 oz. Creme de Cacao and 2 oz. Cognac. wheeeeeeee... watching Jumanji was never so much fun. It goes down smooth and sweet but hammers you in the end.
I went to this Fibromyalgia Clinic on Monday, and got my diagnosis solidified. Yes, ladies and gentleman, I have been confirmed to have Fibro. This is both good and bad, satisfying and depressing.
They want to treat me with a medicine that will help me sleep and get the rest I need at night. They think that with the way I've been managing the pain thus far that it might be all I need to regain some sort of quality in my life. (I , however - think my quality of life is doing pretty okay.) Everyone knows I dislike medicating myself - especially with meds that make me groggy. But hey, I guess if it could possibly be the last piece into my fibro treatment regimine, then I'm alright with it. I'll give it a shot, at least.
I'm learning more each day how much i am NOT a depressive person. It was so interesting to be sitting in a room with other Fibromyalgia sufferers (who are all above the age of 40), and listen to them whine and preach about THEIR pain, THEIR fibromyalgia. I understand that they've been dealing with it for longer.. and have had less help than I have with it... But, I can't imagine being that self-defeatist. They stop themselves from healing before they've even begun. I'm so thankful that my body doesn't work that way.
I went to this Fibromyalgia Clinic on Monday, and got my diagnosis solidified. Yes, ladies and gentleman, I have been confirmed to have Fibro. This is both good and bad, satisfying and depressing.
They want to treat me with a medicine that will help me sleep and get the rest I need at night. They think that with the way I've been managing the pain thus far that it might be all I need to regain some sort of quality in my life. (I , however - think my quality of life is doing pretty okay.) Everyone knows I dislike medicating myself - especially with meds that make me groggy. But hey, I guess if it could possibly be the last piece into my fibro treatment regimine, then I'm alright with it. I'll give it a shot, at least.
I'm learning more each day how much i am NOT a depressive person. It was so interesting to be sitting in a room with other Fibromyalgia sufferers (who are all above the age of 40), and listen to them whine and preach about THEIR pain, THEIR fibromyalgia. I understand that they've been dealing with it for longer.. and have had less help than I have with it... But, I can't imagine being that self-defeatist. They stop themselves from healing before they've even begun. I'm so thankful that my body doesn't work that way.