Friday- Friday I moved slowly at first but by 10 felt good enough to go get a manicure. That really sums it up I think. I felt good enough to go get a manicure. I was excited about it. I could actually drive, not walk, the three minutes to the shop, and sit there and get primed and pampered for an hour. Then I went home and had to relax. I was thinking I was doing pretty good. But when I look back and think that I thought that was pretty good it makes me realize just what a hard week I had. I could finally go get a manicure….. Not go hiking, not drive to OC to have lunch with a friend, not pack my work boxes for next week…get a manicure.
I saved my energy and one of my two daily alleve’s for the evening, so I could meet some friends for dinner here in town. It worked. I was able to enjoy a perfect dinner and had a great time, but after I was spent.
Saturday- Saturday morning I woke up feeling like I was hit by a truck. The slightest touch made me want to cry out in pain. The sheet on me feeling like a torture implement. Migraine still there, day three I think it is. My flesh feeling black and blue. It’s a work day. Weekly art show in San Diego. Lucky for me my business partner knows I have bad mornings and takes care of everything until I can function. At the show he sat me down in a chair to organize jewelry, I think just so I could feel like I was helping. As my limbs warm up and the pain in them subsides a bit I realize on top of it all I am having excruciating pain in my torso, and trouble breathing. Classic signs of ribs dislocated from slipping rib syndrome. I took it as easy as I could, but was working and also had some stressful drama come up with one of the volunteer organizations I work for. Straight home from work and into bed Saturday. My husband went out and brought home some dinner so I didn’t have to cook.
Sunday- 2 am I woke in such horrible pain. I could hardly move with the dislocated ribs. I didn’t want to move around the house because I didn’t want to wake anyone. I spent an hour just laying there, 40 minutes blogging here, but something went wrong and I somehow erased it all. I spend another 40 on face book. All under the covers in bed on my phone. A middle of the night pain pill helped me get back to sleep. Now its still morning. My ribs are pretty bad and I probably won’t get a chance to see a chiropractor until Wednesday, it being a holiday weekend. My arthritis is being kind, and so is my migraine. I would put them both at a tolerable yellow. But my ribs are being trouble makers. I have no less than four health problems that I have to deal with regularly, it seems impossible, but then I remember that two are symptoms or caused by others. Its just really hard to find days that I feel great, or even pretty good between them all. I wan’t to whine that its not fair.
These journals are really good for me I think. I am really not just learning to communicate but also really checking in with my body. People have asked how I am doing, I say pretty good. In a few days all I would remember is that I ‘said’ I was pretty good, so I must have been. That makes it hard to really communicate with my doctor.