I have a friend, I have only known her for a few years. She is faithful and always committed to spending time with me. There is not a day that goes by that I don’t hear from her. I have learned so much from her and I have grown because of having spent time with her. And although faithfulness is a wonderful trait and I have become a better person because of having known her, I can’t say that I enjoy her company. She is a real pain! Her name is Fibromyalgia.
Pain, intense pain…everywhere…all the time. Most days it is bearable, but some days I want to run from it. On a scale from one to ten my pain is usually around a three or four, sometimes it hits a nine and on those days I find myself wanting to escape my skin. No matter the level, pain is always demanding my attention. Often I find it difficult to concentrate, and other times I am able to dismiss it. For a moment, usually when I am busy, my mind tunes out the pain. But when I am quiet and still it is always faithful to return. Most nights when I lie down to rest, everything hurts. Pain often demands my attention and sometimes robs me of sleep. In those moments I usually write….:-)