I’ve been feeling really good lately (other than flu, boobie stuff and, of course, the all-pervasive fatigue – but there was no real FM pain); but I refused to write it on here or speak it out loud because that would be pushing my luck.
Yesterday, as you know, I had THE phone call with my father and today, Mommy left for China; and today, I woke up in the worst pain I have ever had!
I woke up at 9am but it took me until 11am to get the energy to swing my legs to the edge of the bed (while ignoring the pain in my hands and legs) and hoist my body up. I slowly and carefully went to the bathroom, then to my spot on the couch. Then I ran (yes, ran!) to the bathroom again with severe abdominal pain. Back to the couch. Back to the bathroom. To the medicine drawer for some Buscopan.
After about an hour of this, the pain seemed to lessen (at least, in my stomach) so I got dressed and ready to go to my Pain lecture. If I was pregnant, I would say that right then, labour started again. Back to the bathroom. To the phone to cancel my attendance, then to bed with my heat pad for a 2.5 hour nap.
When I woke up, my stomach hurt less but the rest of me was screaming. For three hours, I debated whether I should go to hydrotherapy. Finally, I decided that, it was because my body hurt so bad, I had to go. I couldn’t lift or move my legs – they wouldn’t work properly, not even in the water. I lasted half the class.
I got home and, after a sandwich (my first food of the day), it was back to the bathroom (a number of times) and some Imodium and more Buscopan.
So, having only been diagnosed with FM for a relatively short time, I can now quite assuredly say that stress brings on flares!
So, point proven – where do I find the stop button now?