I'm not superwoman so much as a few steps away from being a wreck. And sometimes when no one's looking, I let myself be just that--a wreck.
I do most of what has to be done, and mostly I do it okay. This has to stop sometime, because there's a basic erosion I don't know how to shore up. But for now I can work around it.
Allyson, I can't tell you not to worry, and I don't know what I could say that would reassure you short of "It doesn't hurt." I will be very glad to tell you that when it is the case. But don't let it bring you down, or anything. A nice casual worry, over a hot drink or something--that works.
It kind of greys out all the color from your life, you know?
I, too, have fibromyalgia. I used to have migraines about as often as ita does now, but fortunately medication keeps about 90% from happening any more. I am constantly amazed by the amount of pain ita and Cashmere and others here endure, while manageing to make pleasant and interesting conversation and carry on interesting and fulfilling lives. I don't think I'm that witty even when I
don't
have a migraine.
Pain is kind of boggling. It sucks, but without it we die. We're more and more advanced with painkillers, but people and their doctors are afraid to use them. And even with the advances, they still can't relieve ita's migraines or Cashmere's back or brenda's mom. Indeed, it sucks.
Happy birthday, Jesse and Theodosia!
Whenever I think about migraine sufferers like ita or my mom (prior to menopause, which helped tremendously), I'm very thankful that my migraines are mostly baby ones that respond to over-the-counter drugs and rarely last more than a day. The idea that the worst headache I've ever had would be a mild one to folks who suffer them much more frequently is appalling.
Gerald Ford died and I am sputtering that the obit I read called it the Betty Ford
Clinic
instead of Center. I feel I am taking the wrong things from this news.
Well, the SF Chronicle is saying Center. So someone is getting things right.
I woke this morning with the two cats clinging to me like limpets, so I may be forgiven for my absence. Or at least they're considering revoking their disapproval.
The idea that the worst headache I've ever had would be a mild one to folks who suffer them much more frequently is appalling.
Seriously.
Actually, that's basically true of any bad thing in my life, honestly. I'm really ridiculously lucky.
I've been at work for 2 hours and have already visited my favourite sites, checked my bloglines, read my friends' posts, and made another pot of tea.
Does this mean I should work now?
