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Rose seems unnaturally fascinated by my cheddar on rye toast. I want a cat thought translator.
Also at the new Family Dollar store, we bought Duck Jerky for dogs, cut it into cat treat sized pieces, and offered some to all three cats. And there was much scrabbling and meowing and begging and "Oh Bast where did you get this it is amazing I must have it now I need more wait why are you putting the bag away nooo come back flavor!"
Also, Rose likes croissants. I wonder about that child.
I have been outside all day, without pain relievers, on bus and shuttle and feet, testing my muscle endurance again. I truly believe that my ability to walk for more than twenty minutes before wanting to collapse is a powerful gift that I honor and am grateful for, because it could be so much worse. I absorbed plenty of Vitamin D. I am now sitting as comfortably as my lower back allows, feeling every tiny muscle in my core, back, legs, and arms spasm and burn. The price I pay is worth every step.
Oddly enough, I can handle eyebrow waxing just fine. The hot wax, the tweezers, the quick gentle skill of the stylist's fingers, somehow relax my mind enough so that I am able to easily drift off into a space between everything. Karen's Nails Salon is right next to my local CVS, and my stylist, Katie, is a great expert. Even when she plucked the ingrown hairs at nearly blinding speed, I was all right. It was quick, simple, and would bring reward. My brows were perfect. Katie even managed to balance out the unusual natural mismatch of my eyebrows, which is very hard to do even for a master stylist. I will certainly return to her in a month or two. Her work relaxed me and the result made me feel satisfied hence much needed endorphin rush.
At CVS, I picked up refills, said hello to everyone by name, chatted briefly, and left the shopping center feeling as though I had really Done Something Good. I started faltering and wilting while waiting for the bus. My energy was draining, I had lost too many Spears. But it was a good day, it was a very good day.
Yesterday morning, Adam had to assist me while I tried to get out of bed. He then massaged, stretched, and kneaded me, although it barely helped.
Then I had to explain what my fibromyalgia is about because what he called gentle massage caused me screaming pain; and that my brainbody's pain-processing skills are damaged, and that no matter how long something painful happens, my brain will not run out of pain substance (the way most people do when they endure pain for certain lengths of time and then stop feeling any pain and just feel numb or sore because their brains protect them). I just keep feeling pain even on top of the soreness.
Pain will not end without external interventions, such as drugs and possible biofeedback or meditative exercise or somesuch. At least that is my deal. Other patients probably have other ways of dealing, or will disagree with me, and that's nice but I don't care right now. I'm representing myself only, not everyone.
So we will work out a system. Because screaming and crying with numbness, tingling, back muscle spascticity and severe hypertonia when I try to get out of bed is starting to get annoying.
Also at the new Family Dollar store, we bought Duck Jerky for dogs, cut it into cat treat sized pieces, and offered some to all three cats. And there was much scrabbling and meowing and begging and "Oh Bast where did you get this it is amazing I must have it now I need more wait why are you putting the bag away nooo come back flavor!"
Also, Rose likes croissants. I wonder about that child.
I have been outside all day, without pain relievers, on bus and shuttle and feet, testing my muscle endurance again. I truly believe that my ability to walk for more than twenty minutes before wanting to collapse is a powerful gift that I honor and am grateful for, because it could be so much worse. I absorbed plenty of Vitamin D. I am now sitting as comfortably as my lower back allows, feeling every tiny muscle in my core, back, legs, and arms spasm and burn. The price I pay is worth every step.
Oddly enough, I can handle eyebrow waxing just fine. The hot wax, the tweezers, the quick gentle skill of the stylist's fingers, somehow relax my mind enough so that I am able to easily drift off into a space between everything. Karen's Nails Salon is right next to my local CVS, and my stylist, Katie, is a great expert. Even when she plucked the ingrown hairs at nearly blinding speed, I was all right. It was quick, simple, and would bring reward. My brows were perfect. Katie even managed to balance out the unusual natural mismatch of my eyebrows, which is very hard to do even for a master stylist. I will certainly return to her in a month or two. Her work relaxed me and the result made me feel satisfied hence much needed endorphin rush.
At CVS, I picked up refills, said hello to everyone by name, chatted briefly, and left the shopping center feeling as though I had really Done Something Good. I started faltering and wilting while waiting for the bus. My energy was draining, I had lost too many Spears. But it was a good day, it was a very good day.
Yesterday morning, Adam had to assist me while I tried to get out of bed. He then massaged, stretched, and kneaded me, although it barely helped.
Then I had to explain what my fibromyalgia is about because what he called gentle massage caused me screaming pain; and that my brainbody's pain-processing skills are damaged, and that no matter how long something painful happens, my brain will not run out of pain substance (the way most people do when they endure pain for certain lengths of time and then stop feeling any pain and just feel numb or sore because their brains protect them). I just keep feeling pain even on top of the soreness.
Pain will not end without external interventions, such as drugs and possible biofeedback or meditative exercise or somesuch. At least that is my deal. Other patients probably have other ways of dealing, or will disagree with me, and that's nice but I don't care right now. I'm representing myself only, not everyone.
So we will work out a system. Because screaming and crying with numbness, tingling, back muscle spascticity and severe hypertonia when I try to get out of bed is starting to get annoying.
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