Body pain battles, etc.
Aug. 2nd, 2012 08:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brightlotusmoonI defeated my spastic hypertonia today, sort of. I carried two heavy to me shopping bags (10 lbs and 6 lbs), all the way from Congressional Plaza to Twinbrook Metro (15 minutes), rested on the train, got to Shady Grove Metro, walked to the bus stop (under 5 minutes), rested at the bus area, rested on the bus until it got to my stop, walked from the bus stop to my townhouse (10 minutes), and did not in fact rest once I got in the door.
I did stuff, went up and down the stairs, and then finally took an analgesic and a muscle relaxant and let myself fall on the couch. My entire body shuddered and spasmed and shook and burned and hurt in various descriptive ways, and I still did things without needing to crawl around. I am proud of myself. Take that, fibromyalgia and cerebral palsy. For the moment.
Suddenly, hours later, I am fully drained and exhausted, and that espresso I drank when I got home at three is probably one of the only things keeping me awake. Various muscle groups are screaming. I know what their problem is, and I've already stretched and massaged and done all the things short of popping opiates. I do superficial things that make me feel happy, like makeup and clothing and television and toys.
Adam called. He is finally on his way to New York/Jersey. He will be home Friday night and will probably have Saturday off, to prepare and pack. He will leave Sunday on a plane to Florida and will be home around Wednesday, give or take. It is hours, and money, and he will of course be safe and fine.
The cats, being spoiled with canned food and treats, have draped themselves over the living room couch and our bed, blissful and content. Oh, to be that way.
I did stuff, went up and down the stairs, and then finally took an analgesic and a muscle relaxant and let myself fall on the couch. My entire body shuddered and spasmed and shook and burned and hurt in various descriptive ways, and I still did things without needing to crawl around. I am proud of myself. Take that, fibromyalgia and cerebral palsy. For the moment.
Suddenly, hours later, I am fully drained and exhausted, and that espresso I drank when I got home at three is probably one of the only things keeping me awake. Various muscle groups are screaming. I know what their problem is, and I've already stretched and massaged and done all the things short of popping opiates. I do superficial things that make me feel happy, like makeup and clothing and television and toys.
Adam called. He is finally on his way to New York/Jersey. He will be home Friday night and will probably have Saturday off, to prepare and pack. He will leave Sunday on a plane to Florida and will be home around Wednesday, give or take. It is hours, and money, and he will of course be safe and fine.
The cats, being spoiled with canned food and treats, have draped themselves over the living room couch and our bed, blissful and content. Oh, to be that way.
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Date: 2012-08-03 12:24 am (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2012-08-06 10:39 pm (UTC)