Okay, a Little Interesting...

Now I just have to figure out the words to describe it. I think I can, I think I can:

Those things that are like pot-belly stoves in old trains? Well, I had one inside my right thigh yesterday. And it was stoked like crazy. It was about eight inches by five inches of raging inferno. 

I kept having to remind myself that there was not actually any concern about my jeans melting into my skin...

I guess it was not that hard to describe after all -- I think. Did it make sense?

Another One of Those Days...

Horrible night last night, barely slept. Then came the fun of attempting to get up. To say the least, it was a good thing school doesn't start up again until Monday. 

How many bones can a guy break in his sleep? Let's play the counting game! Three bones in the left ankle, both calves (one bone in each that I know of), right hip, right pelvis, two lower vertebrae, two in the upper middle of the back, six ribs (at least two with multiple breaks), left shoulder socket, left upper arm, right wrist, eleven different hand bones, the back of the skull (might have been two different breaks), both cheek bones, and the left jaw socket. 

I say 38 for the win!

So, what did I do? Nothing to start with. I knew I needed to get myself motivated to get out of bed and then out of the house. But the first hour and a half were just spent attempting the first part, extracting myself from the bed. I texted my best friend, hoping I could get him to call me in the late afternoon to see if I'd made the second part yet. He instead talked me into meeting him at his office so we could go to lunch. And I did! Best thing I could have done. He was patient with my slow walking to a nearby pub. 

By the end of lunch, I was down to about a dozen broken bones. That was easy to deal with after my morning. 

So then I got home, and within 15 minutes another friend had called asking me to meet him for coffee. So I got out a second time! Second best thing I could have done. 

By the end of coffee, only about five breaks left. 

So maybe I should go out one more time... hehehe

Another Year...

It's been an interesting one, for sure. I discovered that the change in my commute since buying my house last December made a huge difference in how much the driving messed with my body. And then come May, I got displaced. Summer was great, but then the new school -- with no commute at all -- started out with so much stress that my health took a major downturn. I've been learning to deal with the new school better, but it's continuing to be a challenge. 

So next year, I guess it's time to explore some of the alternative options that are out there. I have tried some in the past, but had been coasting along pretty well with my 'minimal risk' path -- getting exercise, eating well, trying to keep a positive mental attitude, keeping my sense of humor. Spoiling myself a bit helps too. But the new job and stress levels have me needing more healing than my home-made holistic approach can handle. So, keep watching this page for updates -- Wheeee!!!!

Typical Day in the Fibrohood...

So, I got a canned juice out of the refrigerator, and then stared at it. I still knew that there was juice inside. I knew I wanted to drink the juice. I stared at the top of the can, and knew that I needed to do something with the metal tab thing that was sort of shaped like an 8. But I could not remember what it was that I was supposed to do with that tab thing in order to be able to drink that juice.

This is a perfect illustration of Fibro-Fog. The brain disconnects a memory that should be second nature. One of the more common ones involves me standing at a door holding a key and wondering how that funny little metal thing can help me get to the other side of where the door is. Not to mention the names of people I have known for years...

Making it Through November...

One day at a time.

And Today?

Woke up around a 5, and am now in the mid-4s... a much better day! I just never know what to expect...

I May Regret Posting This One...

... but I'm probably only writing it for me anyway. That venting thing, I suppose.

I can't recall if I've ever talked about the pain scale. I use the 1-6 one (there's also a 1-10 one, but that feels too much like grading). 1 means not noticing anything wrong at all; 6 means completely non-functional. I spend a lot of time in the high 3s to high 4s. 5 to very low 5s is not unusual, but a bit of a challenge.

I started the day in the low 5s.By lunch time, definitely 5.5. I faked my way through my last two classes -- luckily the librarian was sharing a lesson with my classes today. Last hour is supposed to be a team meeting, but the other teachers on the team all had other things to do. I fought my way through that period as I was pushing my way up to the high 5s. 

By the time I was walking home, I was honestly wondering if I would make it all the way there or not. I live four blocks from work. It was definitely the highest rating I've been in a few years. Scary stuff. I made it home, and made it up the stairs to my bedroom (with two rest breaks). After about 90 minutes of sleep, I woke up in the mid 5s, and oh, did I appreciate mid 5s!

So, that's my day. How was yours?