Fibromyalgia pain struck with a vengeance on Friday afternoon and by Saturday morning, I was limping through the house muttering various obscenities every time my left foot hit the floor. It literally felt as if the bones in my left leg were trying to exit through my heel. I know that's not really possible, but that's what it felt like.
The sewing I've been trying to do to make ribbons and butterflies for fundraising caught up to me as my left hand cramped viciously and, the more I rubbed it to try to ease the cramp, the louder it yelled, "What the hell did you think was going to happen if you insisted on trying to hold that canvas and yank the yarn through??? You stupid woman!"
By Saturday night, I was ready to cry. Justin and I have been searching in vain for something decent to watch on television and, since we have a "free" year of Starz to go with our increased cable bill, we thought we'd check out the series "Camelot." Turns out to be a pretty good series, but really adults only. Heed that warning. We had to hit the off button when Joey came down for a snack. Then Jamie and Ben decided to actually sit in the family room with us (trust me when I say this never happens) and we ended up back on Lord of the Rings. They finally wandered off to their rooms and we finished watching the second episode. By that time it was midnight and I thought I was ready for bed. Until I laid down and realized my mattress had turned into a pile of rocks.
I launched myself back out of bed and came back downstairs, near tears from the pain and the fact that I had more than maxed out on my pain meds that day.. Here is an excerpt from my handwritten journal from that night: