Evening, I prefer to pre-write most of my posts, but tonight I’m waiting impatiently for the pain meds to kick in. Last night I couldn’t sleep to save my bacon. So I was up until after 5 in the morning.
I got up just after 11, and not long after 2, I was back in bed for another 6 hours of sleep. It was the pain that woke me. Fibro flares are a bitch, and need to be sucker punched into the middle of the great depression. However, life goes on, and I have to stay busy.
The good news, I didn’t scream when I got out of bed this time. The bad news, I really wanted to do so. Okay, I wanted to scream the house down. But screaming dowsn’t get me to the rest room before the flood waters are released.
Tomorrow, I have to wear the car all day. The Hubble unit needs to be in the big city 60 miles over, and I will be waiting int he beastie for him. Here’s the prep plan so far. I will have the devices charged and ready to go.
I have enough cash, and a little time for his appointments to get myself a couple of good coffees. I will have several stitchery projects with me as well. The place I plan to park will have a rest room available, and I will be able to smoke inside the car.
That said, for the pain. I have a mini pain kit that will be in my go bag. I carry some otc meds, some hot sauce, and some oil. I will also have some hand sanitizer and other goodies. I will have snackage. This isn’t my first rodeo.
However, with today’s pain on top of tomorrow’s I will only have a little bit of reserve. I try to have a prudent reserve in dealing with pain. It’s not quite the spoon theory. It’s a bit more in depth than that. I try to have naps I try to rebuild my reserves. I try to deal.
I storngly suspect that it will be a couple of days of recouperating again. I can”t give up, but there are days when my final reserves are taxed, and I am screwed. Today was one of those days.
I’m going to try to catch an hour or two of a nap. Then I need to get up and try to shower. Hugs, huge squishy ones. -L
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