Wednesday, April 14, 2010
#104/365 Baaad FibroDay
Even the soles of my feet hurt, throbbing, pulsing. ugh
The trigger points in my neck and shoulders are the palpable-size of olives.
The headache is numbing.
The mind-fog is debilitating.
All because I sat for 4 hours on a hard, locker-room style bench, mostly without moving, at the concert last night.
Repetitive, overuse of my muscles is like poison, leading to burning, burning, nonstop pain.
This is the worst I have been, maybe for years.
The other contributing factor is the fact that it has been 8 weeks since my last therapeutic massage. I have learned the hard way to have one massage per month (plus taking all my meds and stretching and moving). By doing so, I will keep this misery at bay.
I forgot that I must take care of this body or I will pay for it.
I still have fibro, even though (thankfully) most days I pretty much forget about it.
No. Today, I could not forget.