Things have been rough on my end over the past several weeks. I had the worse flare-up I’ve ever had since I’ve been diagnosed with fibro, and that made my mental health go down the toilet. I used to kick myself whenever I shared anything that was less than positive, but then I decided that if sharing the truth will help even one person feel a little less alone in their own suffering, then it’s worth it.
The reason things got so bad was because the temperatures have been all over the place. There was a 45-degree drop in temperature awhile ago, I don’t even remember when. Up till that point, I was doing alright and seldom needed my narcotics. I had managed to stretch out the bottle and it had lasted me over a year. Then I ran out right before the 45-degree drop, which was so stressful on my body that I passed out and had non-epileptic seizures from the pain several times. I finally got a new prescription and the drug bust commenced. (As in, busting open the bottle and popping the much-needed drugs!)
I was extremely hesitant to share this with anyone, partly because of the stigma against narcotics and also partly because I am still recovering from being in a church community where some people were extremely opposed to all forms of western medicine. When I have a flare-up, I still wrack my brain trying to figure out what I could have possibly done to bring it on, which does wonders for my mental health as you might imagine. I’m learning the hard way that that kind of mental and spiritual damage does not go away overnight.
As for happier news, some of you may already know that I had been in the process of applying for a mobility service dog since last fall. Well, I finally got it finished and my application has been accepted! The next step is a home interview with a trainer in the next couple months. I will share more about all this when there is more to share!
Okay, the brain fog is kicking my butt so I’m going to stop here. Hope you’re all doing well!