Oh, I just need an outlet to moan and groan a little; I hope no one minds. I am hurting all over my body today (and yesterday). I thought maybe it was from standing up for 90 minutes at my cousin's funeral Wednesday, because I usually can't stand up more than 10 minutes without pain. But I talked to an old friend who is a nurse and told her everything I was feeling, and she said, "Duh, you're having a fibro flare-up!" Oh, yeah. Haven't had one in years. I had almost forgotten I ever had fibromyalgia. I hope it's just a flare and not the start of a new round.
I am still just stunned by my cousin's death on Monday (if anyone missed my post on that, Kenny died suddenly and completely unexpectedly from a heart attack at age 40), and SO tired and SO tired of being tired and sick of being sick. AND a letter arrived that my SSD interview will be this coming Thursday, but some of the medical records I requested haven't arrived yet, including the one that says I was diagnosed with IC! My sister (disability lawyer sister, not English professor sister), says go to the interview anyway, and to expect to be turned down on the first round because only 8% of applicants get it on the first round. Well, considering how bad this week has been, I'll certainly look disabled!
OMG I just broke off -- my dogs were outside in the fenced yard, and a car drove by, so they barked a little, and the car stopped and a guy got out and screamed, 'Hey, you dogs, shut the f*** up or I'll blow your f***ing heads off!' I had to run down two flights of stairs to call the dogs in, so by the time that was done the car was gone. I'm here all alone and that was really scary! At least I have the dogs inside with me now. Scary. I suppose he was probably on something. God, I want to go to bed but I know I won't sleep.
So, anyway, this week has just been too damn much for me. I wish I could be somewhere else, maybe someone else... bleh.
Sorry to be so gloomy. It just all piled up on me at once and I really needed an outlet.
Thanks, guys.
I am still just stunned by my cousin's death on Monday (if anyone missed my post on that, Kenny died suddenly and completely unexpectedly from a heart attack at age 40), and SO tired and SO tired of being tired and sick of being sick. AND a letter arrived that my SSD interview will be this coming Thursday, but some of the medical records I requested haven't arrived yet, including the one that says I was diagnosed with IC! My sister (disability lawyer sister, not English professor sister), says go to the interview anyway, and to expect to be turned down on the first round because only 8% of applicants get it on the first round. Well, considering how bad this week has been, I'll certainly look disabled!
OMG I just broke off -- my dogs were outside in the fenced yard, and a car drove by, so they barked a little, and the car stopped and a guy got out and screamed, 'Hey, you dogs, shut the f*** up or I'll blow your f***ing heads off!' I had to run down two flights of stairs to call the dogs in, so by the time that was done the car was gone. I'm here all alone and that was really scary! At least I have the dogs inside with me now. Scary. I suppose he was probably on something. God, I want to go to bed but I know I won't sleep.
So, anyway, this week has just been too damn much for me. I wish I could be somewhere else, maybe someone else... bleh.
Sorry to be so gloomy. It just all piled up on me at once and I really needed an outlet.
Thanks, guys.
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