Knock on head...
Apr. 19th, 2012 06:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Reminder to self: Since the husband won't be home from work until Sunday, grocery shopping will need to happen tomorrow, as much as I can carry on the buses. It's too late to schedule a MetroAccess ride, but that's fine. I only need enough to last me the weekend. Safeway always has good deals.
I need to feel better tomorrow. This is ridiculous. Meditation and medication shall happen. Some qi gong, too. Also stretching. And more laughing.
I know fibromyalgia flares can make me feel like I've been run over by a truck, but it's rather enhanced today. I keep pouting in between laughing at My Little Pony FIM episodes and Futurama episodes. Sigh.
All I know is that right now, this widespread pain is so intense that I feel like I'm losing my mind. I feel feverish yet my temperature is average. Every movement is like burning or knives or burning knives. Thinking too much hurts. I want to sob and howl and cry for help. I know it will be over, but right now I am in one of those capsules of agony, you know? I am deep inside my body screaming until I have no voice. It's just one of those days, I suppose.
People wonder sometimes why I keep writing random itineraries here in LiveJournal. It's easier on my "disintegrating memory" (exact words from a psychologist during my SSDI profile). Also, there's a reason I keep my seizure diary here.
I'm starting to forget things already. Ah, right. Groceries. Friday. Yes.
Reminder to self: Since the husband won't be home from work until Sunday, grocery shopping will need to happen tomorrow, as much as I can carry on the buses. It's too late to schedule a MetroAccess ride, but that's fine. I only need enough to last me the weekend. Safeway always has good deals.
I need to feel better tomorrow. This is ridiculous. Meditation and medication shall happen. Some qi gong, too. Also stretching. And more laughing.
I know fibromyalgia flares can make me feel like I've been run over by a truck, but it's rather enhanced today. I keep pouting in between laughing at My Little Pony FIM episodes and Futurama episodes. Sigh.
All I know is that right now, this widespread pain is so intense that I feel like I'm losing my mind. I feel feverish yet my temperature is average. Every movement is like burning or knives or burning knives. Thinking too much hurts. I want to sob and howl and cry for help. I know it will be over, but right now I am in one of those capsules of agony, you know? I am deep inside my body screaming until I have no voice. It's just one of those days, I suppose.
People wonder sometimes why I keep writing random itineraries here in LiveJournal. It's easier on my "disintegrating memory" (exact words from a psychologist during my SSDI profile). Also, there's a reason I keep my seizure diary here.
I'm starting to forget things already. Ah, right. Groceries. Friday. Yes.
