Owww, owww, owwwie......
Well it has finally hit. I've been feeling excetionally tired these past few days, and I know that that is a precusor to a particularly bad fibro/arthritis time. And, as John Cena would say, "My Time is Now." My middle and lower back is killing me, and I can tell the vertebrae in those areas are just not happy at all. I have attempted to appease them with a hot bath and tramadol, but they are not pleased. I really must get a general dr. here so he/she can refer me to a rheumotologist. I am out of Flexeril and neutotin, and that is not a good thing. Tylenol helps some, but isn't always up to the job. Thank God I don't have days like this every day, but that is a great fear of mine. The greatest fear is that I will become a total slave to it. The control freak in me doesn't like that idea at all, but I need to remember a great philosophy learned in my recovery: Let go and let God.
C and I did go out today, for a while, and had a strawberry milkshake and looked around Barnes and Noble, where we ordered a DVD of "Redwall" for C. Then we took a drive around Hickory. When we got home, I listened to Dad's memorial service on tape. It was a very nice service, one that I'm glad I have on tape, as I have no real memory of being there. After listening to the tape, I finally had to give into this insane fatigue and sleep. Apparently Bill came home and cooked dinner, and I completely slept through the whole thing. Now I'm just in pain, not so much tired. I'll take another tramadol in a few hours and hope I can get some rest.
I will most likely be going home to Kingsport this weekend to see my Aunt Jenny (Dad's sister). She is currently in the hospital, having been sent there by the assisted living place she lives in. Apparently her mind is quite bad, at this point and she was going about partially dressed, knocking on fellow residents' doors looking for her parents, who have long since been dead. She is completely unaware of the present, and the psych unit at the hospital will be evaluating her this week. I feel if I don't come home and see her, that I may not see her alive again.
Wow...this post was full of mirth. Hope no one reading it was suicidal.
C and I did go out today, for a while, and had a strawberry milkshake and looked around Barnes and Noble, where we ordered a DVD of "Redwall" for C. Then we took a drive around Hickory. When we got home, I listened to Dad's memorial service on tape. It was a very nice service, one that I'm glad I have on tape, as I have no real memory of being there. After listening to the tape, I finally had to give into this insane fatigue and sleep. Apparently Bill came home and cooked dinner, and I completely slept through the whole thing. Now I'm just in pain, not so much tired. I'll take another tramadol in a few hours and hope I can get some rest.
I will most likely be going home to Kingsport this weekend to see my Aunt Jenny (Dad's sister). She is currently in the hospital, having been sent there by the assisted living place she lives in. Apparently her mind is quite bad, at this point and she was going about partially dressed, knocking on fellow residents' doors looking for her parents, who have long since been dead. She is completely unaware of the present, and the psych unit at the hospital will be evaluating her this week. I feel if I don't come home and see her, that I may not see her alive again.
Wow...this post was full of mirth. Hope no one reading it was suicidal.