Interesting One... I Think...

I had a very vivid, detailed dream last night. I was seriously dancing, like I used to be able to do back in the day. I was in a studio that was similar to the one Music Machine used to rehearse in ten or so years ago, but not that one. I was doing some jazz, some modern, some ballet... my form was really good, but I was definitely having to work at that (editor's note -- I always had to really work at good form, lol). Time was difficult to judge, but I must have been at it for well over two hours.

So I wake up this morning, and I am sore, but not my usual sore. I had the utterly delicious soreness that only comes from a really good dance rehearsal. I had forgotten how wonderful that feels. 

I know it was just a dream, but apparently my body did not know that part...

No News is...

No news. Seriously, nothing fibro-related. Teaching online was tough, but I got through it. Borrowing a wobble chair from school helped me sit at the computer longer. Still the same frequency of seizures -- a little bit higher, probably, and a little bit worse, but no major difference. And now it's summer. 

Hopefully the pandemic will end, and I can get back to noticing fibro things to write about.

Too Much

Yeah, too much happening. There's no one reading this who doesn't know that, at this time in history, the world is in the midst of a pandemic. So writing about Fibromyalgia seems lame.

Yeah, but...

Fibro is an auto-immune disorder. People who are immunocompromised are at a lot higher risk of both getting COVID-19 and having a worse time with it. 

Which leads to the question: Is someone with an auto-immune disorder necessarily immunocompromised? It sounds like it. I've seen people posting it as a fact on social media. 

But...

I don't think I am immunocompromised. I teach at a public school. Bugs are constantly flying around. I get maybe half of them, and usually experience the ones I do get lighter than most people. If I were immunocompromised, wouldn't I be more susceptible than the average person, not less? 

Still waiting for a response on this question from the CDC -- but they are a little busy these days.

I'm All Shook Up...

Yeah... another ridiculous seizure. Thirty-plus minutes, around 3am. I got out of bed and left Mr. B there, since I knew it was going to be a big one, and those freak him out. Unfortunately I was not able to make it downstairs, where I could have sought out comfort from Linus. I was stuck on the landing, alone, for the whole thing. When it was finally over, I probably could have gone downstairs, but decided to get back into bed instead. Mr. B is good for cuddles after an event, just not during...

"Non-Epileptic Epilepsy" is the stupidest diagnosis ever.

No Pain, Big Gain?

Well, the broken foot with the torn ligaments is at least 90% better. I still feel the pain from the ligaments every once in a while. The bones still have ghost pains as well. But it's so much less than it was! I can do just about everything again, including some dancing. So, I will take it!

Now if I could just get Fibro to get 90% better as well...

Making it Through...

Yeah, just muddling along. The foot is still slowly healing, good days and not-so-good. Same as fibro, different days with different results. Occasionally I will mix the two up in my head -- I'll feel like the broken foot is having a bad day, only to realize that it's the wrong foot. Things like that. Like, whatever...

And Linus has gotten into the habit of crawling into my lap for about 20 minutes every night. All 80 pounds of him. I'm enjoying every pound.

Linus to the Rescue!

So, I was having one of the worst days I can remember. Not only did I re-tear one of the ligaments damaged when I broke my foot, but my Fibro was going crazy. It was a day that I could not see a possible way for a substitute to cover my classes, so I did go to work, but probably should not have. There were several points when I was about ready to head home, but didn't.

When I got home, I immediately went to bed -- well, after giving the dogs a biscuit each. I napped for about 45 minutes, then let the dogs out before their dinner. I was still feeling pretty cruddy, but had to take care of them. After their dinner, I gave each a bully stick, then settled into my recliner. Linus went through his faster than usual, and then climbed up on me to snuggle. He usually only does that when he's apologizing for misbehaviors. This was, I believe, because he knew I needed it. He stayed for about an hour. 

And yes, I finally started feeling better.