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Bento Madness!
Dec. 27th, 2008 02:12 amGrinch Bento!
If you love weird stuff or bento, you should take a peek at the Bento Challenge community.
If you love weird stuff or bento, you should take a peek at the Bento Challenge community.
Dec. 27th, 2008
Ode to a Bad Fibromyalgia Day
Dec. 27th, 2008 04:13 amIt's one of those days where you line up the prescription meds before you go to bed, because you haven't been feeling well for the last couple of days, and getting the meds into one's system early gets one going earlier. And so you put out a morning dose of the gabapentin and 1/2 a dose of vicodin rather than just the gabapentin, and when you wake up you're glad they're there because everything hurts and you're in no mood to move. So you can just sort of turn over a bit and have two pills with the glass of water you'd left out too.
And you realize that you should write down what time you took the vicodin (having left the iPhone in the other room, you're currently reduced to analog notekeeping methodologies) because it's likely you'll need more later, and omg what the heck happened to that headache overnight -- you've been struggling with it for two days and it will not go the frak away.
By the time you've thought all this, the gabapentin has started to kick in, and it's like a fog lifting, because pain is a priority interrupt, and every time you try to do something, it's easy to get distracted by the twinges of pain.
Then, after noting the time and shuffling to the bathroom to line up the meds you must take with food (the vitamin, the ibuprofen), and starting the shower, where you can relax while the rest of the gabapentin kicks in and you starts to actually feel like something approaching human, you plan the foray into the kitchen, where coffee will occur.
Coffee is the stage two booster rocket of the pain med regimen. It's pretty well known that it really does make pain meds more effective, and thus being able to get to the coffee stage really is an essential part of the whole plan. Yes, you could move the coffee equipment into the bathroom, as that is what tile counters are for, however it's winter, and the bathroom is shared with the cat's litterbox (because the cat is elderly, three-legged, and it's the rainy season), so it would be unappetizing to do so.
After coffee, which is half milk, consumed with vitamin and ibuprofen, you start to feel a bit better. Yet, as hours pass by and you check the note twice and finally set the frakking alarm on your iPhone so you don't have to check the note for the next dosage time again.
A few hours later after puttering around on things and thinking about what you'd like to accomplish today, you realize that six ibuprofen, a whole vicodin, a cup of coffee, and two gabapentin (so far today) haven't made a frakking dent into your headache (though the whole body pain part is a bit better), and maybe you need to do Something Else, so you go get the Elemis instant refreshing gel and wipe it all around shoulders and neck and you feel a bit better, especially after doing a bit of yoga. The thought of taking a bath just annoys, because there's that whole doing things that hurt to get to that point.
You worry about the headache because it feels like one of those poison things (if you'd ever had donnatol, I think you'd understand, but fortunately I haven't had it in some years), and should you go to the ER, but then you think about times past when you had that long headache and it turned out to be something perfectly ordinary.
An hour afterward, you're still not feeling sufficiently well, despite having done everything you can so far (that's safe to do), and you're doing the mental checklist. You say frak it and then take the instant refreshing gel and apply it to the bod from the ankles up, and forget the fact that you've got to do your hair later -- apply it thickly to the entirety of your scalp, especially the part above the ears (why? dunno).
Finally, you get some relief from the stupid headache (though it is still ongoing), and later on (not related to the goo) the rest of the pain starts fading a bit, and you realize you didn't really need to go to the ER (as you feared you might), it's just a normal once-a-month fibromyalgia flare.
I should feel better tomorrow. Goddess, I hope so. Sleep now.
And you realize that you should write down what time you took the vicodin (having left the iPhone in the other room, you're currently reduced to analog notekeeping methodologies) because it's likely you'll need more later, and omg what the heck happened to that headache overnight -- you've been struggling with it for two days and it will not go the frak away.
By the time you've thought all this, the gabapentin has started to kick in, and it's like a fog lifting, because pain is a priority interrupt, and every time you try to do something, it's easy to get distracted by the twinges of pain.
Then, after noting the time and shuffling to the bathroom to line up the meds you must take with food (the vitamin, the ibuprofen), and starting the shower, where you can relax while the rest of the gabapentin kicks in and you starts to actually feel like something approaching human, you plan the foray into the kitchen, where coffee will occur.
Coffee is the stage two booster rocket of the pain med regimen. It's pretty well known that it really does make pain meds more effective, and thus being able to get to the coffee stage really is an essential part of the whole plan. Yes, you could move the coffee equipment into the bathroom, as that is what tile counters are for, however it's winter, and the bathroom is shared with the cat's litterbox (because the cat is elderly, three-legged, and it's the rainy season), so it would be unappetizing to do so.
After coffee, which is half milk, consumed with vitamin and ibuprofen, you start to feel a bit better. Yet, as hours pass by and you check the note twice and finally set the frakking alarm on your iPhone so you don't have to check the note for the next dosage time again.
A few hours later after puttering around on things and thinking about what you'd like to accomplish today, you realize that six ibuprofen, a whole vicodin, a cup of coffee, and two gabapentin (so far today) haven't made a frakking dent into your headache (though the whole body pain part is a bit better), and maybe you need to do Something Else, so you go get the Elemis instant refreshing gel and wipe it all around shoulders and neck and you feel a bit better, especially after doing a bit of yoga. The thought of taking a bath just annoys, because there's that whole doing things that hurt to get to that point.
You worry about the headache because it feels like one of those poison things (if you'd ever had donnatol, I think you'd understand, but fortunately I haven't had it in some years), and should you go to the ER, but then you think about times past when you had that long headache and it turned out to be something perfectly ordinary.
An hour afterward, you're still not feeling sufficiently well, despite having done everything you can so far (that's safe to do), and you're doing the mental checklist. You say frak it and then take the instant refreshing gel and apply it to the bod from the ankles up, and forget the fact that you've got to do your hair later -- apply it thickly to the entirety of your scalp, especially the part above the ears (why? dunno).
Finally, you get some relief from the stupid headache (though it is still ongoing), and later on (not related to the goo) the rest of the pain starts fading a bit, and you realize you didn't really need to go to the ER (as you feared you might), it's just a normal once-a-month fibromyalgia flare.
I should feel better tomorrow. Goddess, I hope so. Sleep now.