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Clouds Gather
May. 29th, 2009 07:25 pmThe sky has been pouring buckets all week.
My muscles have been screaming. My knees and lower back muscles have been screaming the loudest. I can't even hear them anymore, that's how loud they've been screaming. Just a long roar that has become life.
Speaking of fibromyalgia... to J. who was just diagnosed (and to quote the Tenth Doctor): I am sorry. I am so sorry.
Seriously, honey, anything you need, I will try to help. Hell, just look under my fibromyalgia tag. As you can see, this hell tends to take over one's life. The good news is you can control it to a good extent. It will require a balance of pharmaceuticals, neutraceuticals, holistics, herbs, food, exercise, massage, etc... but you will be all right, I promise. I pinky swear, it's going to okay. There will be days of total and absolute unrelenting torture, otherwise known as the Fibro Flare. There will be the madness and bizarreness that is Fibro Fog. And there may be people who wonder what the hell is wrong with you because you don't look sick. Fuck them. Okay? Fuck 'em. People have thrown every opinion in the book at me: Move to a warmer drier climate. Take X FDA-approved drug. Eat this. Don't eat that. Do this exercise. Suck it up.
They'll throw them at you, too. Listen to everything, follow no one thing. Do what works for you and you alone.
I just... I'm rambling. But oh, sweetheart, if I could I'd force the gods to take this away from you. I have Isis and Brigid as patron goddesses, goddesses of healing, but I don't know how much that can help. I want to help.
*sighs*
My muscles have been screaming. My knees and lower back muscles have been screaming the loudest. I can't even hear them anymore, that's how loud they've been screaming. Just a long roar that has become life.
Speaking of fibromyalgia... to J. who was just diagnosed (and to quote the Tenth Doctor): I am sorry. I am so sorry.
Seriously, honey, anything you need, I will try to help. Hell, just look under my fibromyalgia tag. As you can see, this hell tends to take over one's life. The good news is you can control it to a good extent. It will require a balance of pharmaceuticals, neutraceuticals, holistics, herbs, food, exercise, massage, etc... but you will be all right, I promise. I pinky swear, it's going to okay. There will be days of total and absolute unrelenting torture, otherwise known as the Fibro Flare. There will be the madness and bizarreness that is Fibro Fog. And there may be people who wonder what the hell is wrong with you because you don't look sick. Fuck them. Okay? Fuck 'em. People have thrown every opinion in the book at me: Move to a warmer drier climate. Take X FDA-approved drug. Eat this. Don't eat that. Do this exercise. Suck it up.
They'll throw them at you, too. Listen to everything, follow no one thing. Do what works for you and you alone.
I just... I'm rambling. But oh, sweetheart, if I could I'd force the gods to take this away from you. I have Isis and Brigid as patron goddesses, goddesses of healing, but I don't know how much that can help. I want to help.
*sighs*
