|This afghan is the result of untold hours of loving work by my mother-in-law. We can't blame her for the cat.|
HOW I AM DOING
|Illustration from the linked article captures today's mood.|
There is a better description of fibromyalgia pain than I can write today in the linked article. If you know someone with this ailment and want to understand, or if you are skeptical that it is real, please read.
By the way, all the drugs in my case includes the disease-modifying stuff I'm supposed to take every day, plus Tramadol (a weak opiod), Excedrin, and Crystal Light with caffeine.
I like to believe that if I lived in a medical marijuana state or had a doctor that was willing to risk my becoming addicted to opiates, my pain would be controllable enough that I could keep working. Pain-thinking is very urgent and short-term.
|Like most active Mormons, I take my caffeine cold.|
I slept as well as usual last night after sleeping most of the day yesterday and sleeping the night before.
What did I do to myself? Three things--felt hope, called lawyers, and visited Hobby Lobby.
Late last week I got a letter denying my claim for disability because I can sit, stand, and walk. True, I thought. Maybe I can do something. So I tried to be just a little more active. Nothing amazing--just sitting when I felt like lying down and standing when I felt like sitting.
Also I prepared and taught the lesson at DUP(more to follow) which reminded me how much I enjoy hearing myself talk. Maybe I can do something.
Maybe not. I didn't sleep Monday night. On Tuesday I reached out to disability law firms on line, on Wednesday, I set appointments on the phone.
|A triceratops is necessary for any inclusive unicorn collection,|
|Not really sold on the butterflies yet.|
After less than an hour, I left Hobby Lobby with lots of ribbon, butterfly decals, a triceratops, and pain.
There is a reason I usually buy my crafting notions on-line. That store is brilliantly set up for impulse buying and pain is bad for impulse control. It's a good thing that all the yarn there is synthetic. I'm still surprised I didn't buy any.
Which brings me to now, held upright by caffeine, trying to cobble together a blog that makes a little bit of sense.
|This quilt was pieced by my maternal grandmother and hand-quilted by my mother-in-law.|
|My maternal grandmother gave me this piano runner, but she didn't remember who made it.|
|embroidered by my mother-in law|
|Afghan from my maternal grandmother|
|Another afghan from Grandma|
|This simple hat is crossing the Atlantic right now.|