I did not sleep much or well. The fibro is reacting to the weather changes. And they reduced my one pain med --- CElebrex -- lest I get stroke or heart attack. Um, most people get one of those before dying anyway, and why ruin my quality of life? Why? I'm being brave this week, but going from 400 mg daily to 200 mg daily? Oh, I feel it. Why anti-inflammatories help jme is a fibro mystery. SOme of us, they help. In my case, what it mostly helps is the scarring-related inflammation in my lower back and pelvis, IMHO, and the inflammation of muscles sure that I just did a CrossFit competition when I just got out of bed! I do all I am told to do, I "live right", and yet... Whatever.
That's my word today, for each of you. "Whatever". Why be upset and stressed when you can say "Whatever" and pull a Scarlett O'Hara and think of it tomorrow (or not at all)? Annoying neighbor? Whatever. Cat threw up? Whatever. Let the smaller things be "whatever'd" and to heck with 'em!
On that note, I'm going back to bed. The fibro had me to the point where my PJs felt too heavy and I'm using a space blanket for warmth because real ones hurt. I hate the transition phases of meds. Till I'm accustomed to the lower dose, I'm hurting extra, I suspect. That darn rebound effect as inflammation runs somewhat amok.
May you have a day that requires no more of you than a "Whatever"!
The person who hurt me I can't know for sure because another one looks very similar to him, Is that normal to have mistaken identity? They look alike. A LOT alike... Stupid question sorry
Therapy session was rough. I cried the entire time. He says that if my suicidal urges are too real then I should go inpatient. I got a spot to see him tomorrow. I promised him that I wont act on things until I see him tomorrow. I have my suicide planned out. I fight hard to forget about it. I dissociate and numb out so I can get thru the day. One more day and after I see my therapist 2mrw I...