Fibromyalgia
Oh dear sweet baby Jesus how can any one body spontaneously hurt THIS MUCH?!? Ow. Ow. Owwwwww.
I don't think 8 lb, 6 oz newborn infant Jesus can help with this. THIS is a job for... Led Zeppelin Jesus!
I do have a little bit of an explanation. There are several parts:
A) Last night I went and worked out for the first time in a VERY long time. I marveled at how out of shape I've gotten. Fibromyalgia is a delightful disease that requires a delicate balancing act with exercise; you have to exercise to keep the bloody thing at bay, but too much exercise will destroy you utterly. As I am utterly destroyed.
B) Since I'm keeping the new dog in the utility room at night, and since when the heat is on it heats ONLY the utility room, I've been leaving the heat off at night. Because if I don't, I'll be shivering in my bed no matter what, and when I open the door to the utility room in the morning, a wave of heat comes wafting out, and there's the girl, panting and dreaming about being boiled in her own oil, no doubt. Fibromyalgia is worsened by the cold(one of the reasons I became a sunworshipper in 2007) and last night I was woken up by being so incredibly cold. Sigh.
C) I stayed up late watching all four hours of Jodhaa Akbar, for which I have conceived a great and lasting love. Awesome movie. Too bad it put me past my bedtime. Lack of sleep = pain!
D) God hates me. Basically the best explanation for fibromyalgia! Or, actually, what is more in line with my beliefs, God's saying "Sorry, kid, I tossed the dice and you got stuck with chronic pain! Sucks to be you!"
So, given all that, can you understand why I'm just more determined to get back on the wagon? (And move to a tropical island where it's always warm and sunny?) Back to the gym for me!
I don't think 8 lb, 6 oz newborn infant Jesus can help with this. THIS is a job for... Led Zeppelin Jesus!
I do have a little bit of an explanation. There are several parts:
A) Last night I went and worked out for the first time in a VERY long time. I marveled at how out of shape I've gotten. Fibromyalgia is a delightful disease that requires a delicate balancing act with exercise; you have to exercise to keep the bloody thing at bay, but too much exercise will destroy you utterly. As I am utterly destroyed.
B) Since I'm keeping the new dog in the utility room at night, and since when the heat is on it heats ONLY the utility room, I've been leaving the heat off at night. Because if I don't, I'll be shivering in my bed no matter what, and when I open the door to the utility room in the morning, a wave of heat comes wafting out, and there's the girl, panting and dreaming about being boiled in her own oil, no doubt. Fibromyalgia is worsened by the cold(one of the reasons I became a sunworshipper in 2007) and last night I was woken up by being so incredibly cold. Sigh.
C) I stayed up late watching all four hours of Jodhaa Akbar, for which I have conceived a great and lasting love. Awesome movie. Too bad it put me past my bedtime. Lack of sleep = pain!
D) God hates me. Basically the best explanation for fibromyalgia! Or, actually, what is more in line with my beliefs, God's saying "Sorry, kid, I tossed the dice and you got stuck with chronic pain! Sucks to be you!"
So, given all that, can you understand why I'm just more determined to get back on the wagon? (And move to a tropical island where it's always warm and sunny?) Back to the gym for me!