My grrrrrr face

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Yes, this is my grr face.  Today is a BAD pain day.  In hindsight, I can see how this all transpired.  The “four seasons in one week” weather is contributing.  I have been running around trying to get a job, which I may have succeeded in doing.  I am emotionally spent.  I went on a date TWICE this week.  The second one probably did me in.

It was 34 degrees on the night of date number two.  And we went to an outdoor concert.  They have outdoor events nearly year round in Austin  because it rarely dips below freezing.  But we pick the one night in the past two weeks where it WAS near freezing to go to an outdoor show.  Figures.

Oh and we sat in metal chairs.  That did wonders for my fibro.

But we had fun.  We saw the Spazmatics at Cedar Street and they were fantastic.  Although I was born in the early 80s and wasn’t really old enough to get into the music scene, I knew all the songs and loved the energy.  Definitely what I needed.  A night of fun.  A true date night.  Absolutely loved it.

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So it is all catching up to me.  And since I’ve been rapidly titrating Topamax, I’m dizzy as well.  And I spent most of yesterday in the car running from my potential new employer to a drug screening, to the car dealership, to the store, to the mailbox place, to a friend’s house to scouts.  People who don’t experience what we experience don’t understand how awfully draining just driving can be.

This morning I woke up and literally couldn’t move.  My hips and low back were frozen.  Every time I tried to move, even a little, I gasped.  It was like my body was cut in half.  My husband, who just returned from his night shift, got Sunshine ready and off to school.

There are things that I HAVE to do today.  Like laundry.  I have no clue what Sunshine wore to school today.  If it matches, if it’s clean.  We are to that point in the laundry cycle where I MUST do laundry or we will be wearing bathing suits.  So that is adding to the misery.

My parent’s dogs are collaborating to make me insane by whining to go outside every two minutes.  They can’t coordinate their peeing/pooping/barking and the wind schedule.  So I’m getting up and down constantly.  Again, this is something that someone who doesn’t have these issues will never understand.  The whole act of hoisting my screaming body up from a seated or lying down position is extremely excruciating.  The same with getting back into said position.  So much so that I spent at least a half an hour pacing just to avoid the frequent up and down.

I can’t find my heating pad.  I can’t find my biofreeze.  I took an extra hot shower this morning…getting into the tub was fun.  I already took tramadol and I don’t want to take another because I do have to drive to pick up Sunshine this afternoon.  I have been stretching, but today, that is seeming to make it worse.  I have already warned my mother that I will need her assistance this afternoon.

And I’m not eating.  It is doing wonders for shedding of the steroid weight, but it might be contributing to this entire feeling like shit mess.  I think its the Topamax and the emotional upheaval.  I’ve been living on Fruity Pebbles and cottage cheese for the past few days.  And I pretty much have no desire to eat anything else.  Not even the Girl Scout cookies I have stashed away.

I keep telling myself that I can hold out another month or two.  The weather will improve.  Usually when it gets into March, we won’t see these roller coaster “four seasons in a week” periods.  I will hopefully get hired in the next week and can get back to work.  We can move out.  That will do wonders for my health.

As Sunshine grows, she is amazingly more supportive.  She hasn’t known anything else than a chronically ill mom.  She knows that I don’t prefer this.  She knows that when I feel well enough, we do the park, we do the mall, we play, we giggle, we have fun.  But on days like today, sometimes we just snuggle under the covers.  She gives me extra hugs.  She brings her stuffed animals to snuggle me as well.

I am eternally grateful to her Girl Scout troop.  Her leader and several of the moms know my issues.  They are great about helping out with transportation and play dates and getting her to and from events when I can’t.

So today sucks.  It will be 80 degrees tomorrow, so it will be better.  But then it is supposed to get cold and rainy again next week.  I honestly prefer the searing heat.  At least it is consistent.

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