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Rated: 18+ · Book · Biographical · #1030039
This will show our fight with Fibromyalgia, so others can learn that it's real.
#526534 added August 7, 2007 at 9:54pm
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Fibro Doesn't Care...
... how much you're thinking of others. It'll take any chance it can get to make you miserable. This entry is my offering for proof of that concept.
         I attended a Catholic funeral service this past Monday morning for the sister of a co-worker. More on that in my other blog, for a different reason.
         The service was wonderful. No question of that. The problem was that I, and the coworker that I rode to the church with, arrived only a couple minutes before the start of the service. That was OK in that we didn't miss any of it. But the sanctuary was PACKED. Which means that the two of us, along with others we didn't know, ended up standing for the entire 1 1/2 hour service.
         Thankfully, I had just purchased the shoes I wore that day. I hadn't had time to wear down the heels any yet. That helped save my back.
         But, it's as if Fibro knows when you cover one of those many options. It takes a different turn every time you think you've held it at bay. *Frown*.
         Throughout the service, I kept changing the leg on which I'd put most of my weight, hoping that my back wouldn't start up. That's the first problem I saw coming. I wasn't too confident, at the time, that the shoes would prevent that altogether.
         Nice idea, but it backfired. *Smile* While I never felt much pain during the service, it didn't take long as we turned to leave before it set in. I'd forgotten that my left leg isn't used to taking on the weight as often as my right. I"ve probably favored that one over the years without thinking about it, at least to some degree, due to that touch of Cerebral Palsy over on that side. As my coworker and I left the sanctuary, my left leg quickly became covered, all over, with the fire, the burning sensation Kenzie has often mentioned in her blog. And the farther I walked toward our vehicle, the more it burned, and the more the muscles in BOTH legs began getting stiff, as though they'd all been over exercised. I was walking like a 90 year old man by the time I reached my coworker/driver's SUV. And it took most of the rest of that day, till about 8:00 Monday night, before my legs had calmed down to any noticeable extent.
         Needless to say, I took a Neproxen along with my other medications Monday night. This morning, thankfully, the pain was virtually gone. Until next time, that is. *Smile*

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