All Good Things Etcetera
Of course it did not last.
Back to my normal.
It hurts, and my left submental lymph node is slightly swollen. This is common with fibromyalgia, honestly. Fevers, swollen lymph nodes, flu-like symptoms. Crazy, no? Adam is becoming fascinated with my immune system's activity.
Ow.
Dr. Romano, the chiropractor, has some theories. He will expand on them when I see him next.
Cerebral palsy is a multi-headed Hydra bitch, but so is fibromyalgia. Dozens of syndromes and symptoms piling upon each other until I lose track.
My muscles are shaky and spastic and shivering now. They burn and burn, but I expected that. I had to pay some sort of price, part of my brain thinks that, hah.
I will take a shower soon.
I am not even sleepy. This is another problem with fibromyalgia. I am tired, fatigued, exhausted, and awake. Time for passion flower and valerian. They tend to keep the nightmares back.
(My nightmares almost always include trying to run away from something. What chases me always changes.)
In completely random, superficial news: Cinema Secrets Ultimate Foundation in 601-18, Ben Nye Matte Foundation in Cine CE-3 Light Beige and and Shinsei SH-1 Fairest, Cory Cosmetics Cream Foundation in Whipped Cream and Sandy Beige, Earth's Beauty Cream Concealer in Light Beige. Gods, my skin tone is bizarre. So neutral that I can wear yellow beige and neutral beige and they both look good. Meh. Beige, beige, I am a chameleon. Half pure Italian, half mixed Romanian, Russian, Hungarian, German (Russian and German Jewish as well). Drugstore and department cosmetics can never match me truly.
Oh my gods, I wish we still had a digital camera. Adam is lying stretched out on the longer couch, and Rose is reclining on his chest, falling asleep. She is leaning her head against his chin, and she's purring quietly. It's beautiful and heart-stoppingly adorable. She still makes those really young baby kitten noises when we pet her.
Back to my normal.
It hurts, and my left submental lymph node is slightly swollen. This is common with fibromyalgia, honestly. Fevers, swollen lymph nodes, flu-like symptoms. Crazy, no? Adam is becoming fascinated with my immune system's activity.
Ow.
Dr. Romano, the chiropractor, has some theories. He will expand on them when I see him next.
Cerebral palsy is a multi-headed Hydra bitch, but so is fibromyalgia. Dozens of syndromes and symptoms piling upon each other until I lose track.
My muscles are shaky and spastic and shivering now. They burn and burn, but I expected that. I had to pay some sort of price, part of my brain thinks that, hah.
I will take a shower soon.
I am not even sleepy. This is another problem with fibromyalgia. I am tired, fatigued, exhausted, and awake. Time for passion flower and valerian. They tend to keep the nightmares back.
(My nightmares almost always include trying to run away from something. What chases me always changes.)
In completely random, superficial news: Cinema Secrets Ultimate Foundation in 601-18, Ben Nye Matte Foundation in Cine CE-3 Light Beige and and Shinsei SH-1 Fairest, Cory Cosmetics Cream Foundation in Whipped Cream and Sandy Beige, Earth's Beauty Cream Concealer in Light Beige. Gods, my skin tone is bizarre. So neutral that I can wear yellow beige and neutral beige and they both look good. Meh. Beige, beige, I am a chameleon. Half pure Italian, half mixed Romanian, Russian, Hungarian, German (Russian and German Jewish as well). Drugstore and department cosmetics can never match me truly.
Oh my gods, I wish we still had a digital camera. Adam is lying stretched out on the longer couch, and Rose is reclining on his chest, falling asleep. She is leaning her head against his chin, and she's purring quietly. It's beautiful and heart-stoppingly adorable. She still makes those really young baby kitten noises when we pet her.