Today is going to be one of those days where I can't do anything. I woke up this morning and all the muscles in my back (from shoulders to entire buttocks and upper thighs) and pelvis (buttocks, hips, abdomen) feel like someone took a tiny tiny crochet hook and knotted all the muscles together so they don't move. For those who don't know what a crochet hook looks like, or how tiny they can get, here's a picture:
The one I marked is 0.75mm (the size of the hook at the tip). Itty bitty tiny little knots. Ohman. My muscle relaxers don't help much when the knots are like this either.
When my muscles are like this, and thankfully since I got my sleep number bed days like this are rare rather than common, moving in any way is difficult and doing things can be downright impossible. This causes my guilt to go way up, specially now that I am trying to raise money for my son's best friend's medical bills. I had planned to put out more fliers today and to try and get to Estate Treasures downtown and pick up the items she has for the yard sale (she says there are A LOT), but there is no way I can do that. I can barely make it to my bathroom without using the walker, so there is no way I can move boxes of items. I know I'm not the only one raising funds for the family, but I also know how badly they are hurting.
Sadly today is going to be a bed day when I can least afford one. Man I hate this.
The one I marked is 0.75mm (the size of the hook at the tip). Itty bitty tiny little knots. Ohman. My muscle relaxers don't help much when the knots are like this either.
When my muscles are like this, and thankfully since I got my sleep number bed days like this are rare rather than common, moving in any way is difficult and doing things can be downright impossible. This causes my guilt to go way up, specially now that I am trying to raise money for my son's best friend's medical bills. I had planned to put out more fliers today and to try and get to Estate Treasures downtown and pick up the items she has for the yard sale (she says there are A LOT), but there is no way I can do that. I can barely make it to my bathroom without using the walker, so there is no way I can move boxes of items. I know I'm not the only one raising funds for the family, but I also know how badly they are hurting.
Sadly today is going to be a bed day when I can least afford one. Man I hate this.
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Hi dearest Missy,
ReplyDeleteOh honey I am so sorry that you are having a tough pain day. This is when your friends that really know what you are going through and understand 100% need to give you love and support.
Many of those people are the ones that share our lives through blogging, and also the groups like Jenny's Chronic Babe, where we can chat with each other.
But I also know that hard days such as this one for you are days where visiting others blogs may be the last thing you want to do.
I am praying for you and know that you are in my thoughts today.
Gentle Hugs to you always my friend----<3