I have no
headache, but the rest of my body makes up for it.
True, on New
Year’s Eve, I indulged in my favorite new non-alcoholic drink: black cherry juice concentrate in Talking
Rain carbonated water. Two glasses, in
fact, in an antique crystal goblet: one
with a simple supper of turkey chili and salad with Pear Gorgonzola dressing,
and one as I read Echoes by Maeve
Binchy. My cat appreciated the company.
It was
during a phone conversation with my son that my left knee was attacked with
stabbing pains. By bedtime (11:30 was
late enough for me), the right knee, lower back, and shoulder blades joined
in. And when I woke this morning, all
areas had intensified, so when my morning protein shake and cup of strong
coffee did nothing to improve the situation, I took one Tylenol #3 and went
back to bed. After an hour, I got up
again. It’s now close to noon, and the
stabs and jolts and overall intensity are finally subdued to a tolerable threshold.
I suspect
that my body is throwing a tantrum. You
see, yesterday afternoon I had my monthly massage. At the end of that hour, I am fully relaxed
and enjoy a few minutes or a few hours of absolutely no pain. Sometimes the next day, especially if I have
not been diligent in drinking lots of water, I experience a draggy body ache. But I’ve never had this full-out assault of
acute pain. I’d like to think of it as
the angry, determined thrashes of a toddler just before he gives in to sleep. Fibromyalgia is prone to tantrums, after all.
For now (as
the shoulder blade stabs start again) I am going to ignore the brewing tantrum
and fiddle around with my computer workstation to see if raising the monitor a
few inches will counteract the attack on my upper back.
And then, to
celebrate the first day of 2013, I’ll settle in with my Binchy book and another
goblet of Talking Rain infused with black cherry concentrate. Everything else (except for another nap) can
wait until tomorrow.
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