Monday the dogs and I took a lovely walk. Everything felt as fine as it does this time of year, which isn’t great but is manageable. Fibromyalgia hates the spring transition. I puttered about my day from there. Around 2p I sat on the couch. At 3:30p I tried to get up and OMG where the hell did that come from? The muscles around my right hip were on, pardon my French, F&#*@*& fire!
I have learned in my years with this condition, the last thing I should do when a part of my body is screaming that loud in that way is do nothing. If I do what most people would thing is reasonable and stop moving and rest it, the muscles will freeze up, lock further and then it takes excruciating sessions in PT to get things moving again. Instead I have to immediately start stretching while remembering to breathe and try not to pass out. Fun.
Oh and I have to text the Pain Lady. My clinical massage therapist. Why do I call her the pain lady? Because for the hour I see her I spend it remembering to breathe and forcing myself not to crawl off her table. But the hour of torture is always worth it when I then get a week of being able to walk, use my hands, turn my head and stand up straight with minimal pain. I usually see her once a month.
Thankfully she knows if I’m asking for an extra appointment I really need it and she does what she can to fit me into her insanely busy schedule. She found a spot for me Thursday. I spent the week gimping around willing Thursday to hurry up.
She is the reason I was able to run agility today at the trial. Grateful for her expertise, knowledge and care. The pain on her table is worth the gains. A relief my leg muscles are no longer screaming fire.
How Zora felt about my gimpy week…bored.
To add to the stress of the week, Wednesday afternoon Tom began acting off. On closer inspection I realized one of his eyes was bothering him. As I depend on him having more reliable vision than I on a daily basis, any chance of an eye thing is worrisome. I rang our vets office pronto, and miraculously they still had an open appointment for that evening. A stressful couple of hours until the appointment but we survived. An exam later the vet felt Tom might be getting an eye ulcer but because I’d brought him in right away, it hadn’t yet fully formed. Eye meds 3x a day and she was hopeful we could prevent it from becoming a full blown ulcer. Now that we’re nearing the end of day 4 of treatment and his eye seems to be back to normal I’m finally breathing again. Grateful to our vet and Tom for telling me he needed help.
It’s been quite a week around here. Glad things seem to be, knock on wood, settling down. Fingers crossed.