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This will show our fight with Fibromyalgia, so others can learn that it's real. |
| Yep, you read it right. A couple months ago or so, when it was still fairly mild outside, I took our bigger, but younger (about a year old) dog, Zeus, out the front door to do his usual business. Problem was, he spotted our very friendly neighbor, Ryan. Those two had really gotten to be good friends. So, when Zeus saw Ryan out by the sidewalk at the corner of his driveway, he takes off running to greet him. I hadn't spotted Ryan at that point, and didn't know this was coming till Zeus yanked the leash, pulling me off balance. I tightened my hold on the leash so he couldn't get away and make things even tougher, but that meant that I landed on my stomach on the grass and he literallly pulled me along behind him till he got to Ryan at the corner of our yard. Very upset by then, once I was on my feet I yanked him back toward me, speaking in a tone that could not be mistaken, and put him back in the house. My right arm and shoulder hurt off and on after that, but I figured it would dissipate with time. Wrong. It went away for a while, but now the pains in that arm come back once in a while, coming and going like my other fibro pains that have been added to my list over the last few years. The shoulder itself is included in that list. So, I have a couple new chronic pains to surprise me when they feel like it. (I felt led to make this entry when they started acting up again tonight.) Zeus still spots an animal or person and starts to run at top speed once in a while, and even though I watch for those moments as soon as we get through the door so he can't pull me off balance, the effort it takes to pull him back could be helping to maintain these new pains; I'm not sure. But, there's not much I can do about it because I don't stand any chance of keeping him under control at all using my other hand. That's physically impossible. So, I do the best I can and take my chances on the future of those new pains. Sometimes I think I'm gradually getting used to most of my pains, and maybe I am. But then a new one comes along and reminds me what it feels like to wish they could find a cure for this Fibromyalgia thing. I know I'm not alone in that wish (I know I have millions of others for company on this), but I also know that cure is something that not even Santa can bring this year.  So where does all this lead? Right back to a short prayer of thanks that I'm as healthy as I am, and that He watch over those whose health is not as good as mine. Wherever they might be. Thank you, Father. In Jesus' name, Amen. |
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