I’ve been on bed rest for the past 4 days ... recovering from a frightening fibro flare. In case the word fibro or flare is new to you, it’s when the pain dragon enters your body and inflicts stabbing, burning, riveting, mind altering pain. As if that were not enough, the pain dragon confuses your mind—you suddenly don’t understand the simplest statements—that is if you can actually hear them. Your body is no longer functioning by your thoughts and commands. I could hardly climb the stairs to my bedroom and when I got there I needed help to change into my sleep wear. Oh, how wonderful those sheets felt and the pillows that my sweet husband surrounded me with. The meds were a good thing too. Thank God for meds!
I had gone to see my doctor—let me back up. As the extreme over-achiever I am,I dragged myself to work in pain convincing myself that I had to be there to support the War-Fighter. My job is important and this time of the fiscal year everything is a priority. Not only am I an over-achiever, I am very patriotic. I work for the Army. At any rate, after leaving there for my afternoon doctor’s appointment, I was able to hold it together until my doctor entered the examination room and asked, “Bev, what’s going on?” Every cloud broke and the tears rolled uncontrollably like a thunderstorm. I was a mess, y’all. I must have sobbed for minutes before uttering all that was wrong with me and my world. I hurt everywhere. My entire core was blazing in pain. Blinking was painful. So, as I sat there dumping it all out, Bethany (my doc) comforted me and assured me as she always does ... “We will get through this!” It’s not just the pain that fibro causes, but more severely is the loss of cognizance and the ability to speak the words that seem to be right on the tip of your tongue. My mind was foggy to say the least and I was so forgetful. Add to that vertigo. I was a complete nervous breakdown, crying in a box of tissues, crazy acting mess!!!
