Now, I get it.
When I was first diagnosed, my doctor put me on Lyrica immediately; and then, it was steadily increased. If you’ve been reading this blog, you’ll know that I’m weaning off it. (If you’re not up to date, check Whatever…Nothing!) Well, I’m up to Week 4: I’m pissed off, short-tempered and in pain.
It has even ruined the best part of my week: my shiatsu massage.
Last week’s massage was fabulous. This week, however, was another story; and, as I said at the beginning, now I understand how some of you can’t stand a massage.
The same place (no idea what it’s called) was incredibly sensitive but it got to the stage where if Peter touched my shoulder, that spot hurt; if he touched my arm, that spot hurt; if he touched my knee, (you guessed it) that spot hurt.
In fact, by the time the hour was up, if Peter touched anything, that spot hurt!
Why the hell am I doing this to myself?
Well, the good news is that the Fibro Fog has lifted. So tell me, which would you prefer: the pain or the fog?