September started with happy stress, added adventurous stress, and loaded on increased work stress. I pushed on through, ignored the increasing warning signs, until my body and brain finally reached a breaking point, I spent yesterday in bed, dealing with fever, body, muscle and joint pain, total brain fog, all the culmination of several weeks of ignoring ominous warnings. I should've taken to my bed long before yesterday... I could have saved myself some awful pain and distress. This may have been partially a viral illness compounded by fibro pain response, but it doesn't matter. It happened because I didn't pay attention to the signals my body was screaming at me.
I did manage to go to one of my jobs today for a few hours, because I'm on a tight schedule to get done what I need to do there, and I'm TIRED now, and achy all over. Again. Still.
Lesson learned? I'm NOT like 'normal' people. I CAN'T do what they can do. I need to remember this, even when I have periods of feeling pretty good. I need to remember the story of the 'elephant boy', who had neurofibomatosis, with huge tumors on his head. He wanted to sleep lying down like normal people, so he did, and he suffocated and died. (Yes, my mood is a bit dark today.)
It's a rude reminder. But one I'm not likely to forget.
I'll spend the next few weeks moderating my activities, getting lots of sleep, eating right (and continuing to lose weight!!!), and healing. Fibro lurks always, even if I'm lulled to complacence by feeling better.
Thank you to anyone who reads this and understands and is willing to put up with my rant and vent.
One day at a time...
| Pounds lost: 18.0