And the Endone just isn't working. Not even with the Diazepam.
I'm not posting much because I'm not in a good place. I haven't been in a good place mentally, and of course, I've briefly discussed that in here. I don't know why I find that easier to talk about in here than I do the physical side. At the moment (and for the past few weeks), the physical side has been far more dominant in my life than the depression/anxiety.
But I'm embarrassed somewhat to bore you with it. But it's 3am, I got up to make a cup of tea, woke up Samuel, and here we are. He's wide awake, watching Disney Channel. So you're stuck with me. ;-)
Some of you on my FB will be well aware of some of the issues I'm having at the moment. I have
Fibromyalgia, and have had it for almost 13 years now. The gist of it is that fibromyalgia is a condition that causes widespread (sometimes severe) pain in the muscles, extreme fatigue, frequent headaches (both migraine and tension), poor sleep and sometimes irritable bowel and bladder symptoms (this is a very basic explanation. Much better (less sleep deprived and pain crazed ones can be found
here and
here. ;-)
Sometimes, (a few people I know) can go months or years without symptoms, then have sudden flare ups or relapses. For others it is constant, but usually fairly manageable. At least, you learn to live with it. I fall into the latter category. I've literally not had a pain (or exhaustion) free day in more than a decade.
But for the past few months, I've been in the biggest flare up I've ever had. My pain levels are high, I'm beyond exhausted and my concentration levels are about level with Sam's. All of which I was learning to cope with. Until 3 weeks ago, when my body decided to step it up a notch or two. Or 5.
My lower back (from hip to hip) aches constantly, as do my
pelvic region (it feels a little like the severe
SPD I had when I was pregnant with Sammy, which lessened after he was born, but never quite went away).
The worst pain seems to be coming from (or referring to?) my trapezius muscles, particularly on the right. These muscles have always been my worst area, but at the moment the pain is unbearable. I can barely move my right arm, or my head/neck. I finally went to the Dr (when Nurofen and Mersyndol weren't touching it) and he has placed me on Endone and Diazepam.
The drugs are helping most of my pain. But for some reason, are making literally no impact on the right trapezius. It remains exactly the same as it was before - overwhelming.
And at this point, I'm exhausted from it. Physically, mentally, emotionally. I've been in this state for weeks now and I'm not functioning. I can barely drive (should not really be, as I can't turn my head), I can't life Sam without tears (mine, not his,lol). Much of my time (when Joel is home) is spent in bed. I've decided to stop taking the endone, as it's not that effective (though the valium helps a bit), as I don't want to become dependant on it.
I've (in the past) tried Chiropracters, Osteopaths, Accupuncture, Hydrotherapy (which I will probably try again), Remedial Massage (ditto), Bowen Treatment, Glucosomene, Magnesium somethingorother, physiotherapy...it goes on. And the money goes with it. And more often than not, I'm left feeling worse than when I went in.
I either tell them up front I have FMS, and they won't touch me, or barely touch me. Or I don't tell them, and the next day I'm so bruised (though not visibly, it just feels it, IYKWIM) I can barely move.
I don't know what to do.
And I'm reading back on this, and honestly, I want to tell myself to shut the hell up and get over it. But this is my life right now. This is all I can focus on, it is taking over.
So it's hard to find anything else to blog about. I don't want to go on and on about this. But I'm so desperate for it to go away, and so depressed that it isn't, that every time I sit down to blog, I'm at a loss. I've not even been reading your blogs (I'm sorry), as I can't sit at the computer long enough.
On Tuesday I turned 35. My diabetes, that day became insulin dependant and I was told I'd need a CT scan for a lump in my back that I thought would be dismissed after an ultrasound that day. Sammy's sick (we've have been up for 2 and a half hours now, there is no sign of him going back to sleep. Despite a dose of painstop - he's been sick since Wednesday, I swear it was justified, poor little man) and Alexander yesterday had the most heartbreaking meltdown I've seen in 3 years. To say it's been a hell of a week would be understating things.
So this is me. I apologise for my silence, and my lack of more cheerful posts. They will be back. I'm just not entirely sure when.
It can't last forever, right?
(My husband and my two best friends have, however, provided a ray of light. All 3 have taken care of me, loved me, made me laugh and grounded me. I'll never be able to thank them enough).